it must feel so warm there
on your apricot skin
among the tiny splashes of coffee
under your eyes

i wonder if you smile often
are you ever truly happy?
and do you always look so
pretty, or is it just me?

pardon the quick glances
i'm used to hate the face i see
i admit it's nice to feel differently

was he staring too?

did he make the curves of your lips his, did you give them to him?

or did he ever thought of me like this?

is there anything we share, anything that he could like?

i don't seem to find it