This Expression - Poem by Theresa Files
I want to make you smile for the simple fact; I'm good at it.
I want to make you smile just so I can sit and look at it.
Reversed depression leaves me pleased,
This expression comes at ease.
Under stars, inside locked cars.
Your fingers rest in mine.
Your soft words trapped in my mind,
Hidden safe, no one will find.
I want to love you for who you are.
Every inch, every scar.
All I want is to feel the same.
Head over heels, we're both to blame.
A love so real; so perfect.
I'd never say it wasn't worth it...
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