June 8, 2011

sometimes your smile makes me smile


i was sitting on the stoop smoking a fag and just wanted to smile, i needed to smile. so i thought of you and me. i thought of how cute you were as we left your place at midnight and you asked to hold my hand. i was giddy inside. neither of us stopped rambling as we stumbled down the sidewalk, holding hands like school kids. we needed fags and each other, it showed. i love your smile and your eyes when they talk with words to describe you life. listening to you, i am reminded of how good it feels to smile.

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