You make my cheeks hurt.
Because when you walk into a room
I cant help but smile;
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The kind of smile that hurts so bad
that you begin to cry
and you dont know whether the tears
are more from pain or joy.
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The kind of smile that you feel
for hours after it ends
even if, by then,
you are frowning.
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You make my cheeks hurt
because when you’re close to me
I cant help but kiss you.
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The kind of kisses that hurts so bad
because they last for days
as they tingle your cheeks.
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The kind of kisses that are so soft
you don’t know whether
they are kisses or just soft breath.
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And worst of all
you make my cheeks hurt
because you make me blush
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The kind of blush that is so hot
you swear you’ll have blisters.
And men aren’t suppose to blush.