False smiles

Smiling faces with wrinkly laughs,
The perfect lives with a blissful touch,
Oh how I wish I was you,
Bathed in silken happiness you exude.

Your simmering shadows laugh though,
Anchored deep in your ankles swollen,
Hidden by your well glistened boots,
In which you strut so gracefully about.

Inside the multicoloured piñata,
Deep sorrows float around,
Which your brilliant smile masks,
And in the shallow pool of joy you drown.

And here I split straws of could haves,
An endless circle of past and future.
The open road of unending regrets,
Is what we all roll on.