Beaches

You can tell if a girl is happy

                           by her eyes.

If her eyes feel like miniature domes of glitter and reassurance,

   if they mouth a song that you so easily recognize,

      if they shift the balance of past and future,

          if they sit slightly uneven, from too many jokes

      and if her mouth morphs to a crescent moon in immaculate unison,

she will be happy and hold the optimism of
                            one thousand stars.

But as the ambiance wears off and disperses to the unknown,

you realize that there is no longer a happy girl in you,

   that your eyes and mouth are entirely uncoordinated,

          your eyes sit symmetrical,

           the balance needs no shifting because it is already violently lopsided,

            your eyes sing no longer, the whole orchestra went home,

             your eyes are miniature domes of eternal confinement

and a beach isn't a beach anymore.

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she will be happy and hold the optimism of
one thousand stars.
But as the ambiance wears off and disperses to the unknown,
you realize that there is no longer a happy girl in you,

Such wonderful wording this write,
This is amazing...
I can feel this write