I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.
Were my smile not submerged in my countenance, I should suspend it over her grave.
I've always been a bit insecure about my smile, but its days like these where all I wanna do is smile.
I don't like smiley pictures. A smile is a defense mechanism. It says, You can't have the real me but here's my smile. You get closer to the real person when they stop smiling.
I could have melted ice, my smile was so bright.
I actually used to smile a lot in pictures. I think I only stopped smiling when I got into fashion. Fashion stole my smile!
My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.
I have lost my smile, but don't worry. The dandelion has it.
My smile faded, and I suddenly felt confused. My heart leapt in my chest. "Why would you do that for me?" "What wouldn't I do for you?
My smiles don't result from good things, they result in good things.
