It’s magic the way you smile at me
They way it dances across your face
And mindlessly flirts with my eyes
The way it grabs my attention
And doesn’t need to demand it
But simply holds it in its grasp
Just by merely existing, by being real
God knows I love how it makes me feel
And I smile back hoping it lingers
Because I’m addicted to your smile
And constantly in the need for a fix
Whose smile are you addicted too? Who makes you smile the most often?
Currently, nobody quite so special as that, but when the smile is real, what can one do but feel good and smile back, even with a stranger never to be seen again. Magic.
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Hasty is smiling.
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