Smiling

Everytime she passes by and see’s me smiling,

I bet it kills her everytime.

Those hungry eye’s that follow my everymove,

searching for the eye’s she once looked into.

Those eye’s that completed him,

those eye’s he once knew better than his own.

I’ll just keep smiling,

smiling when everything is wrong or right.

I know it’ll kill you that your not the one holding me at night.

You’ll see pictures and hear stories,

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poem by Megan Tucker
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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