"i always wanted
to write a love song
and to have one
written for me
now i've written a few
but where is my love song?"
i say and within a few
moments she is writing
me a love song and i think
that maybe i am happy now
she asked me to do what
would make me happy
and i didn't know
what that was
but now i know
and i am happy
happy happy
happy
most
things make
me happy and sad
at the same time but
this is just happiness
and i am content
with knowing it
won't last
with
knowing
that it could
never last
(and it didn't)
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
