#7february

it's hard to make poem
when your soul is unhappy
uncertain about something.
it feels like a gap that needs to fill
but sometimes, it refuses any.

so you sit there wonder alone,
questioning yourself, when will somebody come 
and tighten the gap
and brings back the smiles that 
you carefully left under it.

no you don't need flowers,
no you don't want serenade,
you just want your smile back
the one that you already forgot what it looks like.

your genuine smile.

how does it feels again, 
to smile.