happiness would be the hopeful ending
you have to have your heart shattered, beat, bruised and cut to find contentment
happiness could be a while away
so in the meantime, I'll just lose myself in the music and cry on the Sunday nights, kiss whoever I want and have my cake and eat it.
happiness is everywhere
just hard to see if when you have been masked by yourself unintentionally
happiness might just hide from me
does it just come to me? or should I find it?
YOU ARE READING
nostalgic gulp
Poetryfor the first days of springtime and the heartache left behind.
