Her eyes said everything they had to
It’s been jovial at best, corrosive when wrestled beneath
She tries to smile, whilst others stroll nonchalantly by
Suppose her beauty to be enough to hold these harsh tides at silkened bay
She prays for a parade of inner beauty to stifle her everything, all too gladly
And the cigarette takes all too theatrical place centre-face, about to amount to momentary everything, permanently nothing
When her choking gulps could be heard all about town