by Poet on the Piano   Feb 20, 2016

Just smile,
he'd never hit you

Just smile,
he's in control of
his anger now,

Just smile,
or he'll use every
emotion against you.

Just smile,

like your lungs are dying
like your soul is on fire
like you're almost at the end

and you can see
the finish line.

And dear...
he's not there.

He's not going to win.

* Sonreinte = smiling in Spanish


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