If I may impose
that flutes were beauty
or chocolate were sweet,
I would be lying,
unless we were to meet.
I hear that steel can be cold
and so can hearts,
so is yours as well?
Yet it is upon your beauty
that I did fell.
I remember once that
we did see each other's eyes,
but once, and no longer, true.
But I ask that you see me again,
when you are six feet under through and through.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
