THE BROKEN SMILE
The joy was but once
The merriment was million
None battled them
None was a bridge to them
The love couldn't bring more
Their silence was hideous
And so cunning, for the best
Until the faked smiles toured.
Now, the pain is felt
From pin to cotton, - all pain
The tears are being soldiered
What could be couldn't be...
The butterfly rejected the love
The king is about a-death...!
Until the gods mutter no more
The smile remains broken.
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
(A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...)
06/08/2018
15: 47PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem