Lemme tell you a little something,
About this thing called happiness.
It feels unimaginably amazing.
It makes your heart and soul sing,
And cleans all your mess.
It feels infinitely confining.
But if ya base it off the inconsequential,
It’ll leave a deep, sad stain on you,
And lessen your extraordinary potential.
You gotta figure out what’s essential,
Make time for the prettiest hues,
And stop thinking of the existential.
I know it’s not that easy.
They kinda gnaw at you don’t they?
The scars, the constant reminder.
They’re just so addictively queasy.
Your poking leaves them on display.
And your thoughts simply concur.
You just have to stop thinking.
Your thoughts must be prettily dressed.
And so, you’ll finally end your suffering.
this was really uplifting to read 😀
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Thank you. I’m glad you liked it. 😊
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Ramsha, this is beautiful. 🙂
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Thanks Elm!😘
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Wow. Loved this.
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Thank you!😊
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It’s an interesting poem.. keep it up..
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Thank you!
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