The Facade

The heart cracks and breaks

In silence.

But the face, it breaks

Into that familiar untelling smile.

Each pulsing fragment

Tells a sad story,

But each dried eye

Tells the same happy lie.

Quiet thoughts run heavy

Sad and slow,

But lying lips run light 

So clever and bright.

And the soul, it hurts

Alone in its dark recess.

But no soul knows

And they never will.