Smile, You're on Camera
Sidra Razzaq
The Coke can on my shelf spilled like the words do from my heart
every time you are around.
Golly, you sure make it hard for me to hold my ground!
I don't need a photographic memory to memorize every
feature of your face.
They're already ingrained into my brain; you're my saving grace.
Your smile should be framed in that fancy art museum place
---I forget the name.
Hearing your voice, my knees get weak and I fall to the floor.
Your face is a camera; smiling for the camera seems to be the
only reason I smile anymore.
You've caught my heart in a hit and run;
Looking into your eyes feels like staring down the barrel
of a loaded gun;
Please, don't pull the trigger!
I picture us holding hands in the photography section of the library.
It doesn't take much to scare me.
I'd follow you blindly, like a kid in the dark with no flashlight.
You could kick me in the teeth
and I fear that I'd still adore you in spite.
Thinking of you makes it hard to rhyme;
Hearing your voice sends a tingling feeling in my heart-line.
Your perfume in the halls makes me flat-line,
I don't know if its love, but it's sure on the borderline.