The Smile Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

The Smile



I lift my hand
and point a finger
at your chest.

I shoot and you fall.
Spilled on my shoes,
you sparkle.

I lean to see your lips.
The damn smile
is still there.

Friday, May 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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