Curved Lines

There’s something about your smile,

I go back to seeing them just that one more time,

And I’m hooked to how exquisitely curved the lines,

Why so spellbinding, those curved lines?

There’s something about your smile,

I linger over your photo longer than I should,

Perhaps trying to find out why it holds me captive.

Why so addictive, those curved lines?

There’s something about your smile,

I zoom into your photos till they're merely pixels,

But I’m always tempted to stick to that blurry grin amidst the sin.

Why so sinful, those curved lines?

There’s something about your smile,

I smile too, stupidly, observing your static smile,

Ever so ecstatic, I am drawn to it all the more.

Why so mesmerizing, those curved lines?