Lace shoestrings to tie a smile

Written by: Mitch Green

Mesmerizing eyes shaded behind the draw blinds. 
My lips are tied with giggling lace, to mute and smudge absent a feel. 
A cold fragment, jagged and warped into razor ends. 
A piece I believed to be lost inside a locker cast into sea, somehow netted from its coral bed. 
a mermaid to be snagged from the crescent waves to drown a big heart. 
Words are sweet but can be in comprehension ever so bitter. 
So allow me to wipe away this painted smile. 
A smile so vigorous with hope it could have ended the cold war.