"The most beautiful smile"

Just another day on the London Underground
Until you stepped in and weaved your way
Through the crowded carriage
And gracefully sat down opposite me

Our eyes make contact for the briefest moment
I want to stay in that moment forever but awkwardly forced myself to look away
Acting like I'm surveying my surroundings or reading an advert

If one were to read my mind right then
They would think me a saint
Oh my god oh my god oh my god

My deafening heart beat shakes my soul
My mind goes blank, EVERYTHING but you disappears

You're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen
Your fierce but kind eyes, the lines around your lips
Your golden brown skin, your long neck,
Your simple cotton summer dress with that smart cardigan
The way you sit up straight hands held in your lap
There something about you - or rather everything about you
Which made me fall in love

I long to know you, oh what I would do
But what do I say, I'll look like a fool
This noisy crowded carriage
I'd have to shout for you to hear me

What do I say? Should I crack a joke?
Or should I get on my knees right now and propose?
Do I tell you your gorgeous?
But you already know. Will I sound smooth or like a sleazy douche?

I wish I could just talk to you.
Find out what you dream of,
Learn about your childhood,
Hear about your favourite food
Know what makes you laugh and cry

I wish I could know everything about you
I wish I could be a part of your life
I would conquer the world and give it all up just to hold your hand
Hold you in my arms
Tell you I love you and hear you whisper it to me
Travel the world together
Lay down stargazing together
Raise our own child together
Make a life together

In that moment my black and white life
Was dazzled by bright fireworks
Butterflies in my tummy but the good kind

'Welcome to Euston station, please mind the gap'
She rose out of her chair and left amidst the sea of people

My heart sunk
The butterflies turned into crippling pain

But as she walked away, she turned around
Looked directly at me, and smiled
The most beautiful smile
The kind that says life is beautiful and so are you

"You used to make me smile."

Who are you?
You used to love me.
Loved the way I loved you.

Who are you?
You used to make me smile.
Now all you do is make me cringe.

Who are you?
A sorry excuse for a life.
Controlled by your sickness.

Who are you?
And what have you done with my love?
Who are you and why do I still love you?

"you smile to me, smile for me"

I need you to touch me
do it now.
I want your body, you want mine
remember you said
sweetheart, everything will be fine.

tips of your finger are silk
barely touch my cleavage
my entire body is so rich
rich of your small just sprinkle kisses.
I need you to touch me more
what are you waiting for?

your palm is burning, under my skin
looking in your eyes
I'm reading a long story of desire.
is all for me?

you smile to me, smile for me
when you do it
my thoughts become blurry.
please, stop whisper into my ear
I can't handle anymore
just, touch me!

"A gleam of a smile,"
Melody W 

And come Springtime, I will be gone
having flown away with the last sparrows
still cradling October winds, hearing not
the desolate sky that still chastises us,

What have you done?

But here in this stone-echoed fortress
I pause now, carve tallies with dull instruments
and care not when my lungs threaten
to cease their movement, fallen soldiers of old

A gleam of a smile,
carrying the briefest of stories
from ages ago, and aeons away

you shall not know,
you shall not know

"A rueful smile quavers"
Melody W 

A rueful smile quavers
with the gentle movement
of a makeshift swing hanging
from the knarled branch
of a forgotten oak tree,
overlapping lattices
of simple truths

Gathering folds of her dress
in trembling hands, the action undisturbed
as the frenzied swing comes alive
with abandoned alacrity

A voice, the crackling of dead leaves
carrying debris in the wind pauses
as changing seasons stir something
in even the most unfeeling heart

Hello stranger,
Have you come to visit me?
Don’t you know that my shelter
has become my bondage?

Movement never ceasing,
the tortured machinations
of Kronos wringing necks
eager to feel once more

the joy that once lifted
this heart from oblivion
unwittingly revealed as
the final stroke of despair

"I couldn't help myself from my toothy smile."
April Watson 

He calls himself Peter Pan and he's looking for a new Neverland.
I feel him watching me thinking that I can't see.
But the shadow that he can never quite catch always winks at me when he leaves.

I turn to sneak a peak but I always find he's already looking at me.
I wonder how one can be young for eternity.
Wouldn't it get rather lonely?

I saw him again and he finally said "hello."
It was timid and shy but on the inside he's wild.
I couldn't help myself from my toothy smile.
There was nothing to say but "It took you a while."

We are going strong Peter and I.
In my ear he'll whisper sweet nothings and desire.
I'll just smile and kiss his pink lips.
Because what's left to be desired when you live eternally fighting pirate ships.

This is my first one, yes it's a little cheesy.
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