i miss my old smile

Remember.. my smile Remember... how we would hang...

that change... i miss my old smile, its been a while 

and i always fall on the tile 

cause the word hit me like a bible

so i miss my old smile

it lasted once a while so now

im put on trial

and dont even dare dial.

This poem is about: 
Me

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