Mona Lisa Smile
Inside she cries
once more she dies
as Mona Lisa smiles
She paints on dreams
without the means
to live them for a while
On puppets wings
her smile still sings
to fool the world outside
Tho cuts are borne
from loving thorns
that ravage deep inside
She'll bury deep
and none shall weep
no tears shall sting blue eyes
Behind the face
with steely grace
she'll live
as silence cries
No more to breach
nor seek to reach
And so she shall beguile
with precious heart
she'll just impart
Her Mona Lisa Smile
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