The smile was beautiful, but not perfect.
Her teeth had gaps and were far too crooked, you see.
Yet when I saw her, I couldn’t help, but let my heart beat.
Her imperfectness was too perfect for me.
Loads were done to mess everything up.
The constant morning texts. My needy self all the while.
I wanted her, though she was completely done.
But all I wanted, was that awkward summer smile.
I counted the days since I met her.
Like a fool, I was waiting for another chance at bliss.
If only I knew, I was just wasting time.
As I waited for her, and another kiss.