You make me smile.
I know you don’t mean to.
It happens every time I see your face,
and I imagine your voice.
Then I read your words,
but they are not for me, and yet
it makes me smile.
Illogical.
I won’t even try to explain it,
not to you, not to anyone.
Not even to myself.
And it doesn’t matter
it’s just a smile.
I have done nothing wrong.
There is nothing to justify.
But I will never tell.
You make me.
©2012 Garden Summerland
That is very good! :)
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DeleteUgh! Now, see, I love that, but I feel as if I need to read it over and over again to make certain that I caught the intended meaning. ;) That's the great thing about pieces like this, isn't it. They're so small, yet so powerful. They affect all of us in different ways.
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-Jimmy
Thanks Jimmy! Yeah, I love the short pieces that draw you in!! Thank you for reading & commenting, I always appreciate feedback. Hope your weekend is awesome too!
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