If I Smile Like An Idiot…. Will You Know It?

On the boxes of solemn lyrics

I need to halt that beating set

what if he hums my old la la la

and my beat slips out of the rhythm?

Next morning, I could pretend 

doze off silently on his arm pillow

clutch the freaking heart with the palm

and bribe it for the smile that I saved the last night

 

Once, they accused me of the tragic ending

whether I have been through

But, Trust me, I am twist-teller

I can thrive your lies and retell on your best

Now, he knows of the metaphor 

I have pickpocketed from his zipped drums

Oh! I must have been cautious

all those years where I dug and eclipsed it

 

Thus, he brags on my chin, lifting it

I can sniff on the breakfast that he just devoured

and I skipped for the saturated thumps I had

A while, on the crossed breath

I blame it on the air we exchanged

He chuckles on the reason I poured out,

then says,

If I Smile Like An Idiot, Will You Know It?

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