Photograph
Could I buy your smile
If only for a while
It's worth it for a glimpse
Please let me buy your smile
And how about your laugh
Once more so it will last
Jut let go of yourself
And tease me with your laugh
I don't get to see your smile
I won't get to hear your laugh
What's left to me is memories
And a wrinkled photograph
The way you lick you lips
And smoke your cigarettes
I've never been a smoker
But I'm addicted to your lips
The way you bat your eyes
Came as a great surprise
The way it made me sweat
When I watch you bat your eyes
I lie awake at night to echoes of your laugh
And glimpses of your smile that will forever last
I watch you smoke your cigarettes, a cloud to mire the past
And when the smoke has settled, a wrinkled photograph
I don't get to see your smile
I won't get to hear your laugh
What's left to me is memories
And a wrinkled photograph
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