The Lovely Crescent
Hold that smile and make my day,
The lovely crescent on your face is rare.
A stoic expression you wear all the time,
does well to shield your state of mind.
Raw emotions that you hide between
stolen glances and blank stares,
It seems many stories are waiting to be read.
If I could go through the journal of your thoughts,
Would love to peruse volumes of unspoken words.
Knocking forever I calloused my skin,
Just open your heart and let me in....
