Smile for me your painted smile. How you lean so beautifully upon your own grace. Are you truly happy as you spread your happiness? Do you droop under the weight of obligation, an unwanted task of unburdening others?
Shed for me tears of happiness, flower mine. Dripping, dropping joy from nonexistent eyes. You present the perfect smile to the sun above. A perfect mask of sun and flowers that only cracks as seeds of desire spread from your existence and show a need to move on.