Plastic

Her ivory smile that hides her face

the perfect skin adorned in lace

You smile back and take her hand

gone for a while in your never land

Then bid her well, and take your leave

as she rolls up ones in her blood red sleeve 

The plastic smile now chipped and worn

Her only witness to eternal scorn

Author's Note

I figured I'd try couplet rhyming for this one seeing as my last turned out ok.ay