Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Please Make Me Smile Again


Make me smile
Please, make me smile again
I dream of smiling and not crying
Even though it is just a dream of being joyous.
Daydreams I used to often have though not anymore
As in-between my life was filled with just grieve
Such feelings turn smile into a rare commodity.
A smile is truly precious though only when it is genuine
As a fake smile can not have a lasting impression
I wish to make a happy face once more.

Submitted: Saturday, November 23, 2013

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  • Unwritten Soul (11/23/2013 9:33:00 AM)

    Your smile is always better and charm, i guess you have to smile...you know with a lil smile you can make everyone life feel so cheerful..and it makes you even smiling more_Soul (Report) Reply

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