By Tatiana Suarez-Pico
The grin on my face wouldn't go away
I had to ask a friend it that was sane
her eyes drowning in tears, my lips danced a ballet
I caught myself trying in vain
My teeth fought to see the light of the night
What price did we have to pay
to know what it feels like to be right?
I don't care anymore to parlay
It still feels like a bunch of broken plates
refuse and porcelain dust
hurting bad, my breath abates
I tried fucking hard, this wasn't just
The grin undulates into a grimace
and I just wanna escape in a pinnace
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