paint me a picture
in it, im happy
you're happy
nothing can get between us
you have one hand around my waist,
the other holding up a peace sign
my arm is draped over your shoulders
your heart so far from reach
but in this picture we're happy,
and i love to look back
YOU ARE READING
my happy was you.
Poetryit's poetry. it kinda puts you in your feels like r.h. sin, but some uplifts you. there's also some short stories, if you're into that. there are some trigger warnings, so if TW pops up, you know why (this desc. is probably going to be edited later)
