True Smile


My mind wanders and becomes parallel
My feet are encased in new unpatched shoes
My skin, smooth and light, and no one can tell
My clothes are always ripped, askew
Pathway lights yellow, I quickly follow
Light slowly appears, I look down and see
A fine dress; and who to look? A fellow
As I approach, he puts his hand on me
And we dance, slowly, to a saxophone
And his eyes, they were clear, his smile true
As the night darkens, he takes me back home
I'll never forget his fine eyes, so blue
Is he truly there, somewhere far away?
Who knows, but in my heart he'll always stay

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