Smile
Shines beyond what you think
A walking sun in my life
Sometimes I try not to blink
In hopes to capture you alive
Living in my crazy world
I'm happy you haven't decided to leave
It leaves my smile curled
Call me naive
But believe me when I say I'm immersed
My eyes have probably seen it all
Every dimple, and the loose hair
It's easy to recall
Just from a simple stare
I've engraved it all
Don't get me started on that smile
It pulls on my teenage heart strings
I haven't seen it in a while
It become one of those everyday things
I may even call it...
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Vintagely Me
Poetryvin•tage (noun) the year or place in which wine, especially wine of high quality, was produced.
