I don't like it when you smile
It reminds me that you are real
You are real and you are pretty
I mean you are always pretty, always have been
Don't get me wrong
But it's the sudden realness that upsets me
When you look at a me with a wooden face
I can live with that
It's like staring at the sky
The sky is pretty, oh so pretty
But I can't touch it
When you smile though
It's as if a chunk of the sky
Fell in my lap
How could that not make me
Space bound?