You tell me to smile more, and
I just reply back with a
"Resting ***** face."

///

You say I look prettier
when I smile.
I smile.

///

You walk up to me,
telling me my resting ***** face
is gone, for that moment.
I smile.

///

Your hand touches mine,
and shivers run down my spine.
You ask me if I'm okay.
I just smile.