Hey, Smiles...
What’s up Smiles? How was your day?
Oh, me you ask? I’ve had better, I can say.
But there is one thing that can brighten my mood;
If you haven’t guessed it, let me give you a clue…
Like a Google’s “find,” search your mind for the answer,
Don’t stress to hard, or you might develop brain cancer.
Still haven’t figured it out, check under your nose,
And allow me to tell you how this next line goes.
“Would you mind if I sat next to you,
and watched you
smile?”
poetryprincess commented on Hey, Smiles...
10-01-2012
10/21/2012
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01-19-2011
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irielove commented on Hey, Smiles...
01-19-2011
11/23/2011
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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