Happiness.
Its not permanent,
Often it's not even real.
Smiling and Laughing,
But it's just a facade.
Like a match,
Lit when your born,
It always goes out someday.
And sometimes it doesn't light back up,
Even when smiles and laughter fill the room.
Happiness is in moments,
Like a match.
Like a fire it needs fuel.
Always somebody else fuel,
Like a match.
Like a fire,
Lonely,
Like a match.
A single match.
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Angst Poems
PoesíaTrigger warning for self harm and suicide. Possible others to be added.
