the sadness had taken my stability,
i almost forgot what happiness felt like.
it was a golden drop of sunshine
disappearing just like
your beautiful smile faltering
in the pure summer nights.
but in that moment,
i swear everything was infinite.
remind me,
nothing really matters
until you think it does.
YOU ARE READING
the war against myself
Poetrya trash bin full of my thoughts. revised; 2018 ✓ published; 2015 ☺︎ ranking; ⌗228 in poetic (2018) ranking; #9 on raw poetry (2019)
