My brother’s smile is harsh and foolish, it takes a tone and makes strict out of funny. It’s like a really good candy that’s been sitting in your pocket for a week, you want it but know that it’s not good anymore. My step dads smile is hidden, rarely seen some would say it’s missing. It hides behind a face of force and emotion. It peaks out on rare occasions when with friends with harsher faces. My mom’s smile is sarcastic without meaning, it shows kindness but anger and all at the same time. It can tell you it loves you and throw you aside in the same hour. My smile is sensitive, it shines through much more than the rest of my family and is easier to coax out from it’s cave, but just as easily disappears in signs of distress, and sadness.
My sister, my sister’s smile is sunshine on a rainy day, it is love and hate all at the same time, it holds back more than just teeth, but pain, hunger, distress and best of all happiness, many emotions lie behind one little girls lips, it is sweet like lollipops, but bitter like lemons, it is ice cream on a sunny day, melting off her face. Yes, it’s ice cream on a sunny day.
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