His smile never reached
His eyes, instead it
Was oily and as a
Result my smile was
Slow in coming.
His smile set off
A chain reaction of
Disgust in me as it
Made me feel as though
He was stripping me
Bare with his eyes.
A smile is supposed
To make people happy
But his, his was
The Rumpelstiltskin kind
Of smile and I
Was grateful I had
No hay to spin to gold.
His smile did him
No favours and I
Was grateful when
It faded away in
Disappointment when
For the tenth time
I said that I
Was not interested.
His smile was
The one smile
I never missed.
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Excellent. I love the story you weave here.
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