Curious
Tell me what’s behind your smile
I see it build up starting with your eyes
And working slowly down your face
Until those pearly whites submit to the air
Give me your words
Tell me your thoughts
Allow me to step inside the box that many never approach
I see the side-eye glance,
Tell me what you want me to know
Nothing more and nothing less
Give me what you need me to have
I’ll accept it and tend to it
Nurturing it until you give me away
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