One Truth

One smile,
Makes my whole day
One word,
Makes me stay
One touch,
Makes me never let go
One heart,
I want for my own

The truth?
Smiles disappear.
The truth?
I can't stay here.
The truth?
Hands can't hold for long.
The truth?
My heart may be wrong.

A/N: I actually analyzed this poem as if I didn't write it. It came out to something a little different than I had originally intended. Anyway, I don't really think this pessimistically... but I thought it'd be cool to try it out. R&R please and thank you!