Mga (not) nakakatawang poems

Be happy

When he holds your hand,
And plays with you by the sand.
The time when you shall share your land.
I wish for your future to be bland.

He will be happy with you.
I will be the same for you two.
Although I now feel blue.
My happiness will become true.

I paint my feelings with words
Through this I bring out my swords.
A duel with you I wish not to fight,
For my chances are nonexistent, not even slight.

This story is a book I have written.
The end is not in sight,
But it is not hidden.
After all this, useless is my might.

Though my world may be splitting.
Yours is just starting.
Through these thoughts, the ones that are slipping,
You may find your beginning.