Why Poem by Thomas Taylor
Why
She walks.
She walks to me.
She's smiling.
Why?
Why is she smiling at me?
Why must she be so happy?
So joyous?
She talks.
She talks to me.
She laughs and Jokes.
As I plaster on a fake smile.
And die a little inside...
Aww its such a short but sweet piece, can i ask, why does he die a little inside faking a smile when she walks and talk to him?
we all do it everyonce in a while faking or way though something 10/10
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4/19/2024 5:23:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This one is very interesting, original :)