I lift my hand <br />and point a finger <br />at your chest. <br /> <br />I shoot and you fall. <br />Spilled on my shoes, <br />you sparkle. <br /> <br />I lean to see your lips. <br />The damn smile <br />is still there.<br /><br />Junkyard Of Muses<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-smile-29/
