There is something that is seen,
on the ouside of your shell.
Something that you may force on,
in the depths of hell.
It has been known as empty
as forced and cold untrue,
yet warmth is in this one
and the one that proceeded too.
You see it's different to mean it,
as it rises in your cheeks.
As it comes unbeckoned
everytime he speaks.
Tonight, it came upon me.
something i have known a while;
Being met with the geniune-
the fake can be so vile.
I decided im glad this time
i wont pretend,
this time i can feel naturally happy
like it'll never end.
Trace my fingers on its curve,
the parabole sliding low.
What the future holds,
i do not know.
The only thing that matters,
is this simple single thing.
my lips are in a smile
and i long to hear him sing.