Across the hall
And there she was, smiling like an angel,
but nobody knew about the inside.
The part near the heart so painful
that no one sees. Late for the ride
The one that leads to tears on her face
with no one to wipe them off. Lonely
as if her beauty was masked and laced
from the forced smile. It was phoney
But that’s the trick to survive. Grow close
to one to keep you alive, instead of
cutting across the tracks. Red rose
because all she wanted was love.
Yet through it all, she sits with a smile,
one that will never be forgotten. Curve
that is enjoyed the most not seen in awhile
Hope to have the pleasure to serve.