Finding a smile

Finding a smile in a crowded room
I noticed you
You tossed your hair over your shoulder, carefree
Your beautiful eyes glowed while you spoke
Your bright red lips glistened as if wet
I wanted you

Finding a smile in a crowded room
I noticed you again
Your face seemed sad
Your eyes were filled with fire
Your dark lips quivered with every breath
I wanted you more

Finding a smile in an empty room
I came home to you
Your smile was warm
Your eyes lit up the room
Your beautiful lips kissed me
We are one

The Grand Director

The thumb comes rushing down and flat I fall

What have I done?

You exist to please me.

Crushing me makes you happy?

I keep you alive if it pleases me.

Only now do I understand
Puppets and playthings
A game that ends in death
All for the pleasure of our Grand Director.