I got my smile back
I lost it to pain.
I hid it in the emoji when I told you I was doing fine.
The mirror told me I was perfect, and I needed no refill
There isn't a perfect way to go through this journey called life.
Despite my efforts
however hard I try
my best is either not quite good enough or too little to late
Nonetheless I'll never call it fate.
Emmanuel jmk Ezendu
Pristine writer 🦅
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem