and whenever someone smiles, it's not really me they see.
you shield your smiles behind closed lips and closed eyes,
eyes are the windows to the soul
and your smiles are light
and i curl in to hide this emptiness.
glass cuts,
and it cuts deep.
written in the stars
- juniper
- Venusian. Diamond's child. Birthed on the first morning star. Loves only the one who is on Mars, Topaz's proud&stubborn son, birthed on the twenty-third starset.
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