She Ran From His Paper Thin Smile

He was a smile.
Just a smile.
He was only ever a smile.
He was never anything but that first smile.

When he looked to her, and her to him, 
And was lost in his charm and his grace,
When she thought she saw love, a real spontaneous stir, 
As she gazed deep into his face.

He said the right words, what she wanted to hear,
The act she thought was a truth,
Not realizing he’d rehearsed, on many before, 
Throughout the fabricated lie of his youth.

She was hooked with this man, loved every idea, 
Ideas of happy, fun loving wealth and of fair.
But then she dug a bit, deciphered his code,
And discovered he just didn’t care.

So she ran from his smile.
His hollow fake smile.
She ran fast from this paper thin smile,
After realizing he was not even a smile.

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