This little thing I have on my face.
It helps change up the pace.
I can’t force it if I tried.
My lips pretend they’re tied.
But the corners curl upwards,
Showing the joy that’s inwards.
Poked in the ribs and it escapes,
My lips part like a pair of drapes.
My teeth shine as much as I hate,
But I can’t help it, it’s fate.
I’ve been happy for awhile.
Because the little thing on my face is my smile 🙂
~~~ INFJ Mickey