Dry - A Thought
I like my face. I'm not saying it to sound vain, but I do like it. My face is not overly pretty. Nor is it badly shaped. It is a perfectly normal human face. But I like my face. There are times When my tears run down my cheeks When my eyes are red-rimmed and glassy When my nose is puffy and snotty All drawn clearly on my face But I like my face Because the marks won't stay long My cheeks will soon be dried My skin will soon be back to its color I like it I like my face Because my face won't tell about what happened behind the closed door of my room My face won't tell about what happened to the soaked pillow on my bed My face won't tell And I will smile