His smile could give me warmth on the coldest day of December.
It could make me get out of bed in the morning.
That little half smile that he does when he's just waking up from a nap,
could make my whole day.
When we were laying on his couch watching the Iron Giant,
with my head on his thighs,
I looked up at him.
He didn't realize that I was looking for a few seconds,
and in those unposed seconds,
I realized how much I truly appreciate him,
and how unbelievable gorgeous he is.
With that, his slight smile and, "let's get back to the movie",
I knew I had something special with him.
His smile could give me warmth on the coldest day of December.
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Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
