Happiness was always something strange to me
I couldn't get used to feel pain
If I never understood happiness
Till I realize I didn't have to understand happiness
Happiness was just that friend that I loved but I didn't ask questions
When I fell truly in love
I tasted happiness
Happiness became my drug
And when the bad times came
I fell hard
And not in love, but in the real truth of pain
Happiness is something temporary
Like that cousin that you adore but she doesn't have time to ever hangout with you
But you still try to run after her
But when you stop, she comes running after you
When you start living for yourself and stop running after that "happiness"
She just wants to hang out with you
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Dead Fowers
Puisi"As I write myself I grow Cause, I know how to lick Cuts and pain So, I bloom Bloom into you" - "Dead Flowers In My Feels" is a compilation of poems through adolescence till now. I used to thought that I was a poet but now I realize I just vent with...
