Unused

Your smile is folded and tucked beneath old wrappers

Hidden away in grandma's boxes 

Left unused because of the scar your last smile brought you

Buried off with your emotions

Like treasures on a lost pirate map.

The fences you build up have deepened roots in the darkness of your soul

Like an unbuttoned shirt on a lost corpse

Left to rot away with the rest of bottled feelings

Scared to get hurt again 

But your heart is of no use in the afterlife

It was designed to beat here 

There are no butterflies in the belly of dead men

They don't even count.