I feel happy,
This must be a lie.
I must be dreaming,
I feel to cry.
I lost this feeling,
This joy of life.
I thought my happiness
Had disappeared.
I hope to treasure its kind visit,
Until it leave you won't see me again.
YOU ARE READING
Remember Me
PoetryThese are the words I want to be remembered by. These are the words I turn to when I need to express myself. These words are me. Feel free to join me on my poetic journey of life.