Happy
I love the sound of tree branches brushing together, they make me happy.
I love the smell of vanilla and pumpkin,
They relax me.
I get happy when I see you,
I get happy when I hear you,
I tend to be happy around the wrong ones,
I should've listened to my mother,
Cause Im no longer happy.
[-LilKys 11.19.18]
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poems by a wannabe lover
Poetrya collection of poems ranging from happy to sad. im just a wanna be lover in a world of hate.
