What makes you smile?
The kind where you read a warm text with typos from your friend
instantly grinning cause you know what they meant
But you're in public so you try to pretend
To be cool, but your smile wins, It's eminent.
The kind where you thank the lady at the cashier
she replies 'You're welcome, dear.'
And her tone of voice is hearty and sincere.
The kind where you joke about being sad and a friend instantly checks in,
You feel fuzzy within
Cause you realize,
Those few seconds of joy
Are a breath of fresh air
When your week has taken a downturn
Or you spent your day in the library, trying to learn
Perhaps you're exhausted, lonely, and burnt
And a flicker of kindness really wouldn't hurt.
Or perhaps I'm overreacting
But my dearest, just imagine
how much more monotonous and stern
Our days would be, if it wasn't for those smiles
For those quick, momentary overturns.