A grand smile,
looks carved into your face.
It's big and goofy,
and you wear it well.
But on the inside,
your candle is dimming.
It's on the inside,
where your guts were taken out.
Your innards and emotions,
were put on display,
like a bright Halloween decoration,
hung on hooks outside your own house.
I often looked at you,
and saw smiling,
no matter what you were put through.
Maybe,
one day,
it'll all be okay.
Maybe the smile,
will be real,
and the candle will brighten.
Maybe,
it'll all be retuned.
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