There’s a story behind her smile.
I love the fact that I can make people happy, in any form. Even if it’s just an hour of their lives, if I can make them feel lucky or make them feel good, or bring a smile to a sour face, that to me is worthwhile.
Rereading old conversations makes me smile.
Smiling outside. Dying within. Beautiful suicide.
After the quarrel
She gets back to work and smiles.
A sly, naughty smile.
He smiled that handsome
smile, sweet enough to keep me
both sane and insane.
I’m smiling because I still can.
Behind her smile, a broken heart.
Thinking about him
While scribbling on her journal
Breaks into a smile.
Smiles in the sunrise
telling a pretty story.
Makes me want to dance.
She always smiles. Inside, she’s dying.