Constellations

short lived~ a poem

short lived

A happiness unexpected,

yet it seems too good to be true.

But you bask in its warmth;

‘cause it’s a love you never knew.

You’re addicted to the glow

and hope it will never end.

But you have a nagging feeling

it cuts off right around the bend.

Everything is how it should be

It seems like all you can do is win

But you’re walking a line on cloud nine,

and it’s paper thin.

                                ~allison davis