Smile Poem by Zinger Wingz

When I met you, you were dead
But your smile took me to realms the living would never imagine

But When you met me I was alive, awake
Hopeful of the permanent formation of my own smile
The smile of a bright little girl unhurt by the wrath of a tongue

When we arrived we were dead
With smiles of descending feelings of hate
Mounted into beautiful Ora's of
Passion and love
Spreading it to those that felt safe in their brains
, in who they were,
Those that wore smiles that signified smiles.

When we left we were dead
My posterior reflecting my rotten interior.
I am who I was when I died
I am who I was when aching blood meant my dying smile
I am who I was when I drowned in shallow sin
I am who I was when wind to cold, it was a heart a soul, your soul, our soul, a soul with a crooked smile
I am who I was when you told me I wasn't
I am who I was even when I wasn't

I was killed,
You found your happiness in my rotting soul,
in knowing my smile was rotting too.

When I died I was dead
Never knowing what a true smile meant