my poems

A smile

   It tells me happy

   I don't believe it

   It tells me break the rule.

   I don't want to

   It tells me it hates me lying

   I didn't say anything though...

   Your face is telling a lie to me....

    How could I forget?

    I always drew a smile...

    I then drew my painted smile on the canvas.

    But really...

    There was no smile...

    There was no art...

    It was just a thought.

    I need to get it back...

    But how?

    The racoon smiled at me...

    I put the paint brush on the canvas and started painting

    It grew more excited the more I painted

    I always wondered why Pain was in the word Paint

    Because every Paint feels a emotion by its color.

    But the painter holds the keys...

     To it all...

     But for now....I just paint...

     A smile...=)