Happiness is a gift to see
a light you must keep;
but it does have a weakness
if you make it squeak.
It never comes easy
nothing ever does;
but if you really want it
you will have to earn it.
The outside is never safe
it's always going to close;
finding a golden heart
is a wraith of stone.
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Sounds Peeking Through
RandomPoems for this evening will turn down every road and deep into cracks of darkness of each battle that passes by, and how they end with knowing the knowledge and feelings.
