we kept searching for that happy ending,
the smoke blocking the view that we were endless.
If we find joy, why would we want it to have an ending?
we acted like happiness was a city marked on our map,
it wasn't even a road though, it was the car we were driving.
sometimes the car needs a tune up, or needs repairs,
but it always will take us where we need to go.
we found our happiness we found our angry too,
but today we found our destiny which is greater than both put together.
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
