Your smile was so beautiful I didn’t even care to look at
All the pretty girls in mini skirts
Too bad, we’ve grown
Apart. Too bad, but truth is that
I don’t miss you at all.
Still, your smile was so sincere
I wouldn’t mind seeing it tomorrow
Under the lights of a crowded party,
Where, full of anxiety,
I’d hold your hand and ask you
To immediately drive me back home
This is probably not a poem. Not sure what it is. Who cares?