Fake Smile
Her fake smile,
Her red face.
She's ran a mile
In the wrong race.
She's a teary eye,
And a small star.
Just one lie,
Threw her so far.
She wants see clear,
But there's no light.
Keep screaming but he won't hear,
She's just a faint whisper in the night.
Copyright © Brianna Wahlquist | Year Posted 2015
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