She slowly saw herself drifting away
Into a different type of darkness
One without clear skies all day
One that brought her nothing but madness
But to be happy means to be satisfied
With life all around you
And it was clear she definitely was not
Well that was until she found you
He slowly became the yin to her yang
And all the rest was history
And it's a shame that he's still yet to see
That with him she'll forever be happy
That is until he leaves.
R.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
