a million smiles cover your heart

When you look down contemplatively, or what some would call 'sulkily', people often give you an imperceptible widening of the eye, like an empathetic but humbling smize. Not that you’ve been disgraced, it’s just a gentle nudge, letting you know you’re loved no matter what. Like when you stagger on your feet for a split second, their gaze helping you ground again, somehow. Your heart is covered by a million smiles, and not just for an any object. The undertones to your sleek, beautiful hair glows the subjective colour your peers favour in the sunlight. Music is your sanctuary, even if you’re not a musician. It’s a form of architecture for you, and you embrace it with cosy surroundings in mind. Your talking voice prepares others into the flow of Baroque Pop. A honey whisper at the end of your words sticks in their ears. A cylinder of sugary security, comes through, it does. Your passive yet shrewd presence pulses courageously even when nervous. Some people are so enthusiastic over your expression, they somewhat corner you, conceptually, and you stand with your shoulders raised yet without an alarmed face. You know they’ve got you, love you. People raise you to a standard almost for mortal reasoning. As though they’ll never find someone like you with your talent again, and if they avert their gaze somewhere else for a moment, they wonder and hope by faith that you haven’t gone when they look back. You’re the lovely person standing blurred, soon to be in focus, pacifying the stress of any sad teenager. People instinctively lie their head down to the nearest surface with shuttering eyes when the vibration of your soothing style lulls them into light. You carry a strong and present vulnerability mirroring the chord progressions on the BTD album. You exude the Lana Del Rey 2011-2013 performance emblem that strings together and prickles itself with its surroundings. Her echo like a bee or scorpion sting, akin to yours when you stand there unsure, but so free nevertheless. Some scream that they love you, but in your head, you go ‘Well, now you do.’ A sort of stoic compliance with fire underneath. So warmed by the community surrounding you, but acknowledging that it wasn’t always this way, and you weren’t always this popular. You honour the past and grow at this moment for the future. Which will be the present time again when it comes, and then the past when it goes. You understand time in your own special way.