I think you think too much of me

b.

The way you smile

It hits the dial

Your straight teeth

Slowly appear as you take a seat

My crooked ones

Can never be as beautiful as yours hun

In that plain old sweater you always wear

Makes me want to hug you then and there

But I can't because I'm shy

And it sucks that I'm afraid of goodbyes

//I think I may have left out the fact that I know nothing about poetry...oopsies//

-QT