Hidden heart.

Perfecting a smile....

I wish that the smile is the truth.

That my heart doesn't burn from what I see.

He smiles at me, believing that I was truly happy for our union.

 A kiss sears my lips

Not from passion but of disgust.

My pretentious smile forms on my lips, assuring him that I was happy

After all... it's what brides do.

What a lie.

He isn't a bad person...

My husband...

He's the best person a girl would be lucky to have.

But I'm not the girl.

This was a business arrangement...

Nothing more.

From the corner of my eyes, I see the person that makes my heart pound.

The one that makes me whole

I know it hurts seeing their love to be in someone else's arm.

I also hurt for not being able to be true to myself.

In my heart...

I wish I could be with...

Her.

But this heart is well hidden from everyone...