Crows feet press
against your squinting eyes.
Lines run alongside your lips,
blending into your cheeks.
Whenever they twinkle,
or when curves meet wrinkles,
I'm drawn to your mouth,
by the opening crease within your lips.
(Ilove that)
But only when you smile.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
Crows feet press
against your squinting eyes.
Lines run alongside your lips,
blending into your cheeks.
Whenever they twinkle,
or when curves meet wrinkles,
I'm drawn to your mouth,
by the opening crease within your lips.
(Ilove that)
But only when you smile.
