Genuine Smile

Silhouette nights, trying to bind your new face.
Riptide days, wasn’t too soon anyways
So here it goes, temporary bliss.
Ohh, but it’s only hit or miss.

Blemish in my mood,
Poison in my food,
Pebbles in my shoes
Running out of booze

Silhouette dreams, trying to give false hopes
Stormy days, steeping up the slopes,
So here it goes, temporary bliss
Will you come home to our abyss

Playful eyes,
Perfect for your disguise
Trembling voice
Exposing out your noise

Would it be boring?
Ignoring everything?
Oh it’s been a while,
Since I’ve felt that genuine smile

-The DementED

Supposed to be a song but too lazy to figure out the chords and add riffs. Hence, the irregularities of the poem. 🙂

You might also want to check out my poem about vices (smoking especially): Stories Behind Bad Habits

This poem is a response to the daily prompt: Playful