The Power Of Ink

Happiness is temporary

I think my ears are betraying me,
Or did you just laugh setting yourself free?

The other second,
You fall silent.
As everyone around you,
Start to argue.

I watch as your lit up eyes,
The happiness within them dies.

Oh god, why don't people understand?
That people need moments of joy,
To live this tough life.
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