If it was meth or death, booze or lose,
But it was all over her face,
And it wasn’t pretty.
A smile dropped down onto mine,
From somewhere up where love lives.
And you should have seen it.
That smile leapt across an unknown distance,
Washed across her face,
And I mean washed,
Washed away the ugly,
Washed away the pain,
Leaving only beauty to shine again,
Oh such beauty to shine again.
©2012 Bob Mason
