The Tears of Shakespeare

Her smile rests like the elegant ship on a calm ocean,
Her laughter lingers around the broken pieces of her heart,
A band-aid, 
Not strong enough to ease the excruciating pain,
Her tears are told to be silent,
What remains of her broken heart is told to be strong,
For it is not the moment,
She is still sailing through the calm ocean,
Where the voyagers put their white flag up,
Where the world is reflection of what should be,
Rather than what it is;
She will wait for the moment,
When there’s no soul nearby,
To let the elegant ship of a smile crumble into a cry,
To float among the thundering night sky, 
As her precious tears fall,
The pieces of her heart,
Merges with the theatrical storm,
Even her shadows cannot stand such agony,
Such is her story,
Even Shakespeare would cry.