When I told you that I only wrote sadness
It was the truest that I could be
Happiness never came to me
In bird and sun or in late summer nights
Happiness chooses to not choose me
And i comfort myself in the grey
I learned to live with that and I appreciate it
When happiness does come I don't know how to write her
To feel her
What's the matter of feeling happy if it is all a lie
Happiness goes she abandons me every time
My sadness stays she never leaves my side
And I kinda like it because it makes me feel alive
Makes me feel that at least I have something
When everything and everyone abandons me
YOU ARE READING
Dead Fowers
Poetry"As I write myself I grow Because I've learned to lick Cuts and gashes And caress my sadness So I'll bloom Bloom into you" - "Dead Flowers" is a compilation of poems through adolescence till now. I used to thought that I was a poet but now I re...
