i hope when the moon has risen
and all is forgiven
you remember who you used to be
and cherish who you have become
for when the new day rises
with a shining new sun
you tell yourself how far you've come
because who wants to be unhappy?
no one.
YOU ARE READING
paradise.
Poetrypoetry album six. your arms around me it smells like home, like footprints in the virgin snow. 10th August 2019. © 2019 Billy Waugh
