I can accentuate your expressions, I can mend two broken hearts, I can hide a confession if you don't know where to start.

I tell time, but I'm not a clock. I keep watch, but not on your wrist. I drink the light to find the hour, but I go blind when the clouds are out.

I’m long and skinny, I twist and I bend, People walk on me from end to end. I’m not a road for cars that zoom fast, I’m where your feet go, first to last. What am I?

Fruit sits ripe, ready to eat, then some poor schlub dumps sugar all over it; They say it’s better, they’ve sweetened the thing, I want to smack them, they’ve ruined my fruit.

Up and down the pearly whites go, chomping and chewing all they hold; The process I’ve described, we do each day, can you name its fancy, lesser-used way?