The happiest thing in my room
is my ceiling and my closet doors.
They are both filled with pictures
and stars that glow in the dark,
as to remind me
that there's always a little bit of happiness,
no matter where you are.
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Flying Away || Poetry
PoesíaPoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
Ceilings and Closet Doors
The happiest thing in my room
is my ceiling and my closet doors.
They are both filled with pictures
and stars that glow in the dark,
as to remind me
that there's always a little bit of happiness,
no matter where you are.