of a smile

Seeing you smile;
that innocent and blissful one
in photographs without me,
but with them it was done.

Every second that I linger on gazing
draws that so familiar spirit of tears
that tears down the fragile masks of my soul
that I tried to paint on;
to make myself stronger.

Seeing you smile;
the very sight I want to see
even if I had to run a million miles
or die trying, I just need you to be next to me.

How did my tears spill so quickly?
Without you, all the life in me seems gone.
When I'm with you, everything feels right,
in this world of darkness, you're my light
and you make it brighter
even when there seems to be no cure.