I recently found a smile, lying on the couch.
I tried to pick it up, but it wouldn’t move much.
She was shinning, though somehow trying to hide.
She wanted to be left alone so as to finally show as she really was.
I looked to the other side, but could then hear her cry.
The smile was gone and her real self shown.
Sad, she now wanted to be hugged.
As I turned around and did much so,
her tiny sparkling teeth came out to be seen.
She thanked me for my kidness returning to her original state,
But now jumping instead.
As I finally left the room I couldn’t stop crying myself.
She, the smile, had stolen mine.
And now was I the soul without one.