Poetic Words For Smile Novels & Stories

It reminded me of her own words as her own voice played inside my head. "When people smile a lot it doesn't mean they are happy but it means there is something wrong with them....Smile is plaster to the face that tries to remold life but when the plaster is put for long, it makes one forget that it isn't real. The world they are trying to find by ignoring the bad things but always smiling isn't real. So there is no such thing as perfection and always happy. That is what reality is....Not always happy and smiling......." "You are not real mom" i smiled bavk at her as a tear eased down my eyes.

Justin found his way into the house and immediately made his way to my couch, where he promptly collapsed and felt right at home. This is going to be a bad day, isn't it?” When I sat down next to him, he asked me. " It is." As long as we're together, we can get through the sad day. "I was thinking the same thing," I told him. With a smile on his face, he said. It's for the same reason I came back. Justin's smile was too much for me. His smile was so sincere, with no trace of smugness about it. Some people slipped their tongues between their teeth when she smiled. Just like her, I thought it was adorable. Does the term —adorable— adequately describe it?

"Why just smile, honey? Are you imagining how to be. . . ow " Irawan then stroked his arm which was pinched by Saskia. He smiled then kissed the face of Saskia who looked at him without paying attention to the gazes of all the guests. Why are you always teasing me? I'm ashamed to hear your request. Just imagine me not yet, let alone ... "

Smiles. ~Mmeso Writes

A smile so bright and enchanting did not dare to leave his features— it stood firmly on his lips, filling Travis's system with warmness. Travis— His eyes were tightly shut as he resided on the most beautiful memory. His lips had curled into a shy yet cheeky smile that was slowly decorating the rest of his gleaming face. "He was happy!" Travis aired through his teeth while warmness was starting to burn his veins. He leaned his blooming cheeks on his sweaty palm and slowly opened his eyes to take yet another look at the paper in front of him. "A face is so bitterly delicate. So blue, it is coloured by thousands of emotions that give life to my soul. A desperately beautiful smile that glitters

I could not take my eyes away from her. "Your smile is brilliant." I was unconscious when I burst it out from her. That was supposed to be in my head. When her eyes set on me, I had trouble making eye contact. Did I just say something sweet? With her, my words slipped unawarely. As if that was came from my heart, not just in my head. “Your smile is brilliant either.” She turned around, staring up in the light sky, her arms were spread out, her lips were creating a smile like the beam of sunlight, illuminating the day even more. I froze, standing, resting my gaze at her.

I face palmed myself hiding the unusual smile appearing on my face. I want a word, as long as her hair, as wide as her smile, as bright as her eyes, only that’ll justify the feelings I have for her. Love is such a short word. “Idiocy, my dear, it is short too, but trust me, it is the right word…” He exclaimed.

Her smile was radiant, a sunbeam that threatened to scorch me, leaving me withered and broken. “I can’t believe you tripped on your own two feet!” she cried, her laughter bubbling up like a spring, sparkling, infectious. "that is very hilarious." Antonio chipped in and Damian had a smile that graced his lips. I looked away, the image of their unbridled happiness a nauseating assault on my senses. I couldn’t bear to watch them anymore, to feel the pang of annoyance that tightened its grip around my heart with each shared smile, each affectionate glance.

She is the gentle touch, the honesty that is a purity, her childhood innocence so vibrant and free. Her smile was one of happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. He could see how it came from deep inside to light her blue eyes and spread into every part of him. A person smiles with more than their mouth, and he sees it on her beautiful face, in the choice of her words and the way she relaxed. It was beautiful.

she turned to me, smiling briefly but brightly. Her smile was brief but radiant , the kind that lit up her whole face in an instant. It was soft yet full of warmth, like the sun breaking through after a long rain, leaving behind a glow that lingered even after it faded. By the time dessert came, the tension between Sylvia and me had softened. Not completely gone, but no longer sharp and painful. More like a memory healing slowly. Each time with her had become less sharp and painful. I could smile now without regrets.