A curve so light, heavy in disguise,
Painted bright beneath darkened skies.
Oh, hollow grin, you dance upon my face,
A fleeting mask in life’s unspoken race.

You glimmer false beneath the morning sun,
Where laughter fades before the day begun.
Each tilt, rehearsed, yet void of joy’s true fire,
A practiced echo of what the heart desire.

In crowded rooms,...