Happyface

Happy Face

Happy face, with such grace

                           FOREVER on my arm.

Smile so bright, with delight

                           And alot of suttle charm.

Forcefully taken, it was mistaken

                           Now it is permenantly scarred.

My ARM, it is MAD and extremely SAD

                           For the skin of my forearm is charred.

Such a face, disfigured disgrace

                           Blotched, melted, and red.

Not deserved, on my last nerve

                           Happy face I dread.

Poetry By Moi