Trisk

One thing you lack, you do not have, one thing i can not see.

The joy of life and happiness, the spark of love and glee.

I see your smile is so trisk, constrained and not free,

and even if its what you wish, there is no you and me.

As i don't know what bothers you, you would not let me in,

but if I ever will break through, tell me where have you been?

You have your reasons not to talk, but you have something inside,

what is following you when you walk, covered by your pride.

What takes away your happiness, your spark of love and glee.

What makes your smile sad and trisk, constrained and not free.

I look at you and and wonder how, you can laugh and know

that deep inside you're burning out, I smell smoke, see it flow.