At My Most Beautiful
I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
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 awkwards 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
I've found a way
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
I've found a way
a way to make you smile
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