A smile that touches your heart.
A laugh that sounds like tinkling bells.
A chocolate brown eye winking in your direction.
A voice that raises in song in the class.
The lovely mask that's used in the play.
Arms that circle you protectively, when danger appears.
Hands that smooth tears off your cheeks.
Warmth that makes the cold nights disappear.
A heartbeat that's always there.
The movements of a well blocked script.
A stomach that wrenches when a friend is sad.
A gut that knows right from wrong.
A rumble of hunger disguised as a teasing groan.
A deep black pit of never ending hatred.
The improvisation of a unplanned for moment.
Legs that can run, and never get tired.
Endurance that seems to last forever.
Powerful strides that make you think she can go anywhere.
Bruises that say it was a just fall going upstairs.
The fight scene at the climax of the story.
Sadness that only shows deep in the eyes.
Pain the radiates with every step.
Wisdom beyond the years, that no one can see.
A bitter look of the world, that is never shown.
The things that are there but the actor never shows.
Gears turning as the ending draws near.
The hurt shows through the mask.
The tears falling down as it's learned, that the main character dies.
The relief on the face as the painless moment arrives,
The ending of This Fake Masquerade.
