I love your painted smile,
It reminds me you are human,
Not the idealized work of art
That I sometimes believe you are.
I love your painted smile,
How it covers all of the frown,
You pick the colour from your palette
And apply the smile onto your face.
I wish I could tell you
That we all wear a painted smile sometimes,
I wish I could take you in my arms
And smother you in dreams and visions.
We both wear our painted smiles,
For different reasons I’m sure,
Though I sometimes wish I could smudge the paint,
See behind to the real you,
But the artist behind my painted smile
Would never let me try.
©Charlie F. Kane
23/04/08
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