I am the girl with the smile,
who carries the sun to his dark
Not allowed to feel anything but helpful
What can I do for him?
I tell him that carrying the sun gets heavy
That it burns my hands
That I hold it much longer than I can manage
Just for him
I tell him that my dark matches his at times
That I too need
That I hurt
He…he asks for more sunlight
Blow into my hands for some relief
If I were to swallow the sun…
Would he put me out?
Or complain of heat and seek refuge elsewhere
"The Girl With The Smile"