Happiness
Feels like
The sun shining bright
Like newly cut roses
Fresh air
After a rainstorm
Ice cream
With friends
It runs through you
Slowly dripping water
Or fast-rushing rivers
Covering every inch
Blushing
Shoulders shrugged
Looking down
Joyful
It can cause
Even the most
Sensible
To fall prey
It can be a
Beautiful blessing
Or an
Ugly curse
It can trick you
Cause you to
Like something
That's toxic
A few moments
A few minutes
Turns you
Grips you
You can't escape
Till you see
That what you hold dear
Is not happiness
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My Attempts at Poetry
PoetryMostly vent poetry. I apologize for how bad it is. Arts not mine. Poetry is all mine and the stories in them are true.
