I smile only to hide.
As a genuine smile is rare.
I laugh to cease the curious thoughts
of others sometimes.
Whereas a genuine laugh
does not come often as it used to.
When I am with you or when I hear your familiar voice,
everything goes back to what it was..
To what is no more.
The side of me that was once always delighted,
comes rushing back
without a second thought,
but my heart still cries.
Its cries are always of torment.
Of longing and yearning..
I am now unfamiliar
with the rhythmic sound of
my own beating heart.
A rhythmic sound that now
only echoes throughout my soul.