Autobiography of a Face/Poem 10

Looking at his face one would miss
the sensitivity hidden behind
its mask
The hardness of his face
covers his internal pain
his brow, forged with angry lines, imply
a man of mean-ness, of intimidation
His eyes droop at the outside corners
matching the eternal frown of his mouth
Sometimes a shy boyish grin emerges
I call it the smile of innocence
It’s his most genuine smile, so only glimpses of it are seen
His original smile is dazzling
sunlight reflects off the gold surrounding seven teeth
as he smiles, his face brightens and the frown lines disappear
to be replaced by a handsomeness unlike any other
a carefree spirit resides inside
that face of anger, that face of frowns

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