Smile.

Smiles create an intense warm feeling
that grows from the tips of your fingers
to the edges of your lips,
and just keeps reeling.
Until your face contorts to a resemblence
of the inferno that strikes through your chest
and soon begins to make no sense.
When your chest seizes up.
And your body shakes.
Your breathing increases.
Your smile is halfing.
I do believe that you are laughing.
Its not hard.
Just a simple act.
That shows your human.
Not in a pack.
This emossion suppressed will die.
Will wilt and cower in the dark.
Till no more will there be a trace
Of the happiness that once was spread,
Clearly and joyfully across your face.