It doesn’t matter.
The number of smiles you put upon others mouths.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t count.
All those times you give your joy away.
It doesn’t count.
It’s not right.
The way they look at you, what they see.
It’s not right.
It’s never fair.
When your smile is stolen by anothers laugh.
It will never be fair
(the way you steal my lungs of air)
the way every inch you move
moves me to be thankful,
the way each second you laugh
counts for each smile I feel,
the way that you breathe
makes my heart feel full,
the way you never pray
gives me faith, helps me heal.
for all you give
you should never be sad
(sometimes, under covers, at night,
I am glad
I don’t have to see it)
All I can do
to make you smile too
is press my dried lips to yours
and hope my happiness finds you.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
It doesn’t matter.
The number of smiles you put upon others mouths.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t count.
All those times you give your joy away.
It doesn’t count.
It’s not right.
The way they look at you, what they see.
It’s not right.
It’s never fair.
When your smile is stolen by anothers laugh.
It will never be fair
(the way you steal my lungs of air)
the way every inch you move
moves me to be thankful,
the way each second you laugh
counts for each smile I feel,
the way that you breathe
makes my heart feel full,
the way you never pray
gives me faith, helps me heal.
for all you give
you should never be sad
(sometimes, under covers, at night,
I am glad
I don’t have to see it)
All I can do
to make you smile too
is press my dried lips to yours
and hope my happiness finds you.
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