the stretch of lips

There's a stretch on my lips,
Don't mistake it for the smile.
The distance between the tips,
Lasting for a while.
.
Feeling completely different,
Showing something else.
Feeling those are not errant,
It couldn't be hidden on face.
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There's a stretch on my lips,
It is just something to see.
No one knows what the heart keeps,
What it wants to be.
.
How long it has been,
To the loud laughter.
Oh!it was there yesterday if just seen,
Pair eye is nothing but betrayer.
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There's a stretch on my lips,
Wondering what it is.
If not smile for my heart weeps,
With every beat sorrow it bleeds.
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Don't look into my eyes,
They are dry with tears.
Feeling isn't what my face defines,
There is cold and lots of fears.
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There's a stretch on my lips,
It means nothing to me.
Brutally to my heart it whips,
what is left is the unsaid pain and agony.
.
I might ask you to shut up,
or might kill you in my mind.
a quick sanity rub,
over my soul and i am again kind.
.
there's a stretch on my lips.
mistake it with my smile.
as in deception it deeps,
fooling eyes since a while.