To the Man I Love
Smile.
That's all I want from you.
Your smile.
That smirk.
That one thing that forever will be stored
in my chest.
It got drawers.
And each compartment keeps growing.
Keeps taking your space.
Tries to replace my baby.
My honey boy.
Babe.
I just want your smile.
I just want to keep it forever.
Inbetween my trials.
Inbetween my hate for the truth.
It's all I'll ever have of you.
Is in that one drawer.
Let me keep it.
The one thing.
That one smile.
Copyright © Allison Bowser | Year Posted 2012
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