Maybe if I carved a smile into my skin

only then will you be able to show the

love you never had within...it funny how

pain can...sometimes bring the joy out of

people...and if you ask me to cry you a

river then I will be utterly confused,

because if we cry salty tears yet a river is

fresh water then I just won't know what

to do...you ask me to do the most

impossible suffering...yet you show

your sympathy when a drop of my own

blood hits the pavements only to turn

your cheek again to the world because you

crave it...welcome to the lukewarm

society. Where innocence paints the walls

more than the lipstick of the devils

nectar...and as your perfumed skin

touches my face that has rained

floods from clear windows...you smile

as if God himself has anointed your head

with oil...and the only words...

the only words that my mouth can form

are...I don't care who I am to you...

because unlike others I am not afraid

to love you...in a society who...

forgot to