a smile
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As you wake to the morning sun and feel the day has just begun…
A tear will fall from your loving eyes…
As you remember the moments of pasting times…
Never sad will you be because of all the love that you have seen…
This time this day im making my way
Walking slow my stride emotions held inside
From all the hurts I hear
Only a smile can cure
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, pleases let down your hair.
Your beautiful but uptight, do not hold yourself captive up there,
Your so smart, but oblivious,
Destined for something so... great, however unaware
I kept close watch of him barely through a keyhole, but just enough to see him grow.
This way I could learn from him, see how life blooms in the dark. It must be done.
I see your smile
From across the room or crowded bus
It's all I can see
From the crooked tooth three to the left
Or the overly large rabbit chompers
Right in the front
I see your smile
There's a lot of things that makes me Smile,
One thing that makes me smile is when I'm with my family,
when I'm with my family I feel as if nothing bad is happening in the world.
your smile could build gardens in my heart
and pour gold into my
eyes
My face is wet
not from rain though.
Wiping my eyes with a sleeve
I pick up a guitar
strumming a chord or two,
grab some ink and paper
and sing away the tears
of stress
betrayal
A smile is a curve
That sets everything straight.
A grin is how you know
Today is worth the wait
Don’t cry because it’s over
Sunshine on a cloudy day
Memories made with friends
Interacting with my playful pup
Laughs that push the gray away
Enriched by a smile that will never end.
There is somthing about an infant's smile. That very first one that they've been working on a while. You start to realize the little things, and how those little things might be the big things.
smileing and tears are the same
the sound of a tear drop falling to the ground
is a pictuer of a smile staring in to your soul
but it all comes down to what other people want
All I need a smile, you see?
Not just one but two or three.
From the girl, the mother, the old man next door,
The teacher, the student, the rich and poor,
The first, the second, the third place too,
I write to clench The Beauty
in the dreams.
where my foolish mind
falls in love
with the shunned light.
and when cradled
The Beauty sucks!
She.
She is the female form perfected in a single body; the most beautiful woman a man could see
People frown all the time,
and I don't think that's okay.
I wish that I could make them all smile.
There has to be a way...
Maybe I could sing a song,
or I could play a drum.
a little black girl
with her mother on the train
so excited in telling her mother
about her day in school
as she got off
she smiled at me
i smiled back
all it took was a smile
