Her Sketch
The lines seem to find each other
I finally draw the eyes correctly
And everything seems perfect
She is drawn in one of her favorite shirts
Her hair is fluffy, her nose pointed
Her eyebrows sit above her eyes
Knowing their place
I do not draw her smiling
I refuse to sketch a lie
She doesn't always smile
Please don't ask me why
Her smiles are rare
And when she smiles
The entire world glows
When she smiles
It's also like forgetting
Like forgetting how she is wired
And how I'm wired
We share many things in common
But this similarity between us is one
That both of us would rather not understand
But though I do not draw her smiling
I'll still hold her hand
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