-Smile of Fakery-

I still can't understand
That time you looked at me,
With eyes so full of hate;
Followed by a smile of fakery

You smile at me with your lips,
But never with your eyes;
Have I done something to deserve
Your fake grins so full of lies?

Why do you mar the beauty in a smile,
With glares showing otherwise?
Why do you smile with your lips,
But never with your eyes?

That toothy grin of yours
Is somehow killing me,
What is it you are hiding
Behind that fakery?

I'm waiting for a glance
To show me I am wrong;
Perhaps I was mistaken,
Were you smiling all along?

Yet still your eyes are gleaming
Of a hateful chill...
I'm just trying to understand,
Why do you try to smile still?

Ahem...so there you are...the second poem I ever wrote. I can remember...it actually wasn't one of those flowing poems, but rather one of those where I wrote a line here and there. I can't say it was my most inspired poem, it took a lot of time to complete it. Now it's much more fluid, when I start a poem I finish it then as well. But it took a lot of effort at first, and finding words to rhyme was ve-e-ery difficult, believe me. So, uh...yeah...if poetry doesn't flow, don't stress yourself. Practice makes perfect, I guess in almost every situation...although some must be born poets, or at least with a special talent for words.

Now I'm going to shut up...bah humbug...I do jabber in print.

Oh, yeah. I almost forgot to add an explanation for the weird picture. It was the only thing I could find...xD! And I guess some people might have difficulty interpreting human emotions.