"I wasn't used to happiness
Didn't know the word at all
So when I first heard it
Everything changed
I couldn't help myself
What I felt was happy
After all those years of sadness
And the bad addictive things
The happiness crossed a line
Where it got me even sadder
I got addicted once again
But this time there wasn't a happy side I could choose"
Once again I write a sad poem in the happy collection, why?
Sorry for not posting so often but I usually don't know what to write and then it don't turn out good, but I just got this light bulb and it turned out this way.
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Poems of love
PoesíaHere is a book of poems with all happy stuff in live, like love, happiness, luck and more. For the opposite, read my other book: "poems of hate" If you're looking for more I'd also recommend "Poems" which is the first book I wrote The problem is...
