Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places

When You Smile At Me

How do I explain the way you're grin makes me feel?

How to I tell you in a way that's more than real?

Let me try, I suppose...

Here it goes...

When you smile, stars cascade down from the sky.

It makes me wish that smile was from work of mine.

When you look at me, my heart thunders to a dramatic stop.

It hardly dares beat incase your eye turns away with a drop.

When your lips twist into that perfect little grin

It feels like I just downed a bottle of gin.

I feel loopy, and excited.

I couldn't walk if I tried-ed.

So I won't, I'll just lay here, staring at the stars

Wondering if your smile...will one day be ours.