Your Smile Poetry Novels & Stories

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

Instantly that smile falls off. I smile.

Alex reassures me with a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement. As I watch Alex, I can't help but notice how incredibly handsome he looks when he smiles. It's a rare sight, but when it graces his lips, it transforms his face, lighting up his features in a way that is both captivating and endearing. In that moment, I find myself wishing he would do it more often, allowing me to bask in the radiance of his smile. With a sheepish grin, I thank him once more, feeling a surge of appreciation for his unexpected kindness.

I joke, and I give him a small smile. I don't want that "hear or feel" temptation again. A smile beams on his face, giving it a bright and admirable look. Well, he is always admirable, even without a smile, but as they say, a smile adds more beauty. Here is a perfect example of that saying. His smile makes you feel like you are on the moon. "Trust me. One last question." He asks.

His gruff sleep drawn voice rang out. “I know, but I like to watch you smile in your sleep. Do you know that is the only real time you really smile?” I asked him as I rest my head on my crossed arms, over his chest. “Net (pronounced Nee-yet). The only reason I smile is you. You cloud my sleep and my life with happiness and I can not do nothing else but smile.” He said plastering on an award winning grin. “You are such a smooth talker. So, what time do we need to leave?” I ask trying to untangle myself from his.

Gray urged him on with his eyes so he gave in. The smile on your face is a beautiful crescent moon. That shines so bright and lights up every room. If you smile I'll make pie for you every noon. All I wish is that you get well soon Lilian looked at Sean and smiled weakly. Dr. Gray was impressed as well. "That was beautiful. You should really start poetry," said Lilian weakly. Sean smiled weakly and patted Lilian's hand gently. "Well Mr. Sean, that was a lovely piece but Miss Mendez needs to rest now. Thanks for the food."

Her grip tightened, her hand clenching my jaw with an unyielding force that sent sharp discomfort through me. Fear welled up within me, manifesting in the hurried words that tumbled out, "Yes, yes, I am." A sinister satisfaction colored her features as she released her firm hold on my face, a malevolent smile unfurling across her lips. "Good," she purred, her demeanor shifting once more, a calculated switch that left me unnerved and uncertain. And then, with an inexplicable yet hauntingly melodic cadence, she began to recite a poem that defied all logic and reason:

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

I thought my comment trivial, but his soft laughter surprised me. I quickly looked up at him. "You laughed!" I exclaimed, unable to hide my astonishment. "Why does it surprise you?" he asked. I sat upright. "Honestly, I didn't expect to see you smile for quite some time." He took my hand, intertwining our fingers. "You penetrate my defenses with the grace of the wind, scatter my thoughts, and can extinguish or ignite the candle of my smile effortlessly." I smiled involuntarily at his poetic words. "Such a romantic professor, even in the morning!"

We stayed in silence for a while as I smiled which had Mendy leeching around me like a vulture going for meat. “What is making my lady smile this morning?” I laughed. “Can’t I smile randomly again?” “Smiling doesn’t have a problem. It’s the randomness of the smile that is the problem.” I laughed. “You’re sick. So you’re telling me I can’t just smile on my own without you labeling it something.” “Oh my lady. Forgive me. It’s just the way you just smiled like that that is the issue. Besides, I know the only thing that can make a woman smile like that.”