At My Most Beautiful

It might be the cup of tea I just had, but listening to this always makes things seem better:

i’ve found a way to make you smile

i read bad poetry into your machine
i save your messages just to hear your voice
you always listen carefully to awkward rhymes
you always say your name
like i wouldn’t know it’s you at your most beautiful

i’ve found a way to make you smile

at my most beautiful
i count your eyelashes secretly
with every one whisper ‘i love you’
i let you sleep
i know you’re closed eye watching me
listening
i thought i saw a smile

i’ve found a way to make you smile

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