"Write happier things"
He would say.
And I would say
"How can I?"
"Be happy" and he would smile
I believe he would be right, but I don't know happiness.
So how's this:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I don't know happiness...
Unless happiness is you.
YOU ARE READING
REALITY
PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
