Smirk
I love the way your eyes crinkle up
each time you start to laugh,
the way you smiled boldly, slyly
at me when you caught me staring.
I loved the way you blushed
even more though, quickly averting your eyes,
when I caught you staring back.
👁 7💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.