STRANGE SMILE
Only if there is a way to smile,
like this strange girl in the train
a sweet charming bliss of time
watching over the group chatting there
giving away the sweetest sight
in to the talks and out to the web
a sweet charming bliss of time
how can anything be this sweet
in this time past midnight craze
where the world is sleeping tight
but here she sitting in the train
a sweet charming bliss of time
busy busy hands of work
working on to the world of web
scrolling through some mystique stuff
echoing the backlight in her face
only a smile can illuminate the blue
a sweet charming bliss of time
neck so long it talks something
adorned by a simple chain
holding on to the gold it gives
yet so dull in front of her smile
a sweet charming bliss of time
I wish I could talk to her even now
to learn the secret of this innocense
fear kept me from acting, but watching is free
a smooth silvery smile she gives
such an aura that spread through calm
with random yawns and sharp leering
she does know that I am watching
even in this crowded train
longest journeys are often sweet
the only recipe is one like this
those big fish like glaring eyes
watching over my random thoughts
glaring over this random scribbler
ONLY IF I COULD READ THROUGH HER EYES
ONLY I COULD READ THROUGH HER SMILE
hair that flows with a drizzling rhyme
ears that are pierced by the golden studs
yes she does know what I am doing
watching me with a stare so sharp
even the wind is shy to taunt her
eyes like fish they swim in the milky seas
mouth so wide when its grasp for the words
such a sweet charm bliss of time
only if she knows such a curiosity I am
watching only for the stars in mind
a soul that googles into a sparkling thought
into the sweetest strangest smile
sight sometimes blocked by the passing men
like trees tindall a raging sun
but still, the chirping is going on
even the birds are no match for us
only if I could be there to speak
modern politics and local news_
tides and tales of a contemporary world
nothing there to spark an interest
but her smile still ignite a passion
a scribbler turned in to a poet lame
lame is lame but poems are fun
nothing could inspire it like a sweet girl's smile
a sweet charming bliss of time
like this strange girl in the train
a sweet charming bliss of time
watching over the group chatting there
giving away the sweetest sight
in to the talks and out to the web
a sweet charming bliss of time
how can anything be this sweet
in this time past midnight craze
where the world is sleeping tight
but here she sitting in the train
a sweet charming bliss of time
busy busy hands of work
working on to the world of web
scrolling through some mystique stuff
echoing the backlight in her face
only a smile can illuminate the blue
a sweet charming bliss of time
neck so long it talks something
adorned by a simple chain
holding on to the gold it gives
yet so dull in front of her smile
a sweet charming bliss of time
I wish I could talk to her even now
to learn the secret of this innocense
fear kept me from acting, but watching is free
a smooth silvery smile she gives
such an aura that spread through calm
with random yawns and sharp leering
she does know that I am watching
even in this crowded train
longest journeys are often sweet
the only recipe is one like this
those big fish like glaring eyes
watching over my random thoughts
glaring over this random scribbler
ONLY IF I COULD READ THROUGH HER EYES
ONLY I COULD READ THROUGH HER SMILE
hair that flows with a drizzling rhyme
ears that are pierced by the golden studs
yes she does know what I am doing
watching me with a stare so sharp
even the wind is shy to taunt her
eyes like fish they swim in the milky seas
mouth so wide when its grasp for the words
such a sweet charm bliss of time
only if she knows such a curiosity I am
watching only for the stars in mind
a soul that googles into a sparkling thought
into the sweetest strangest smile
sight sometimes blocked by the passing men
like trees tindall a raging sun
but still, the chirping is going on
even the birds are no match for us
only if I could be there to speak
modern politics and local news_
tides and tales of a contemporary world
nothing there to spark an interest
but her smile still ignite a passion
a scribbler turned in to a poet lame
lame is lame but poems are fun
nothing could inspire it like a sweet girl's smile
a sweet charming bliss of time
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