more than just words

i once saw a pretty face.. a face full of smiles but full of fake in the eyes. the smile spoke of the compulsion and the eyes spoke of the sorrow deep inside. i couldnt stop wondering why and blurted out my question 'your such a pretty face wit a ready smile but why is the story told differently by your eye?' i waited for an answer. the sorrow in the eyes grew deeper. it glitered with the tears that were ready to burst. I was embarrassed and i took my eyes of the eyes and looked at the pretty face. i could now see just the smile and nothing else. i knew i had been defeated and all i could do was smile back and walk away