Happiness is a feeling
One that tends not to last
It's brought about by your surroundings
not stuff, things, and cash
Mine is in a spiral
Going out of controll
I don't know how to stop it
If it'll stop I don't know
With me losing mine
Another gains there own
I don't think they've gained it yet
At least from what they've shown
It seems to be a process
Like some crazy game of tag
While someones happiness rises
Anothers begins to lag
I think this poem ends
I think this poem ends perfectly. I love it. Also, I saw on your "what I want you to know about me.." that you love Mitch hedberg. I, too, llooovvveeee Mitch hedberg. It's upsetting he didn't get to do more comedy before he died.
Rhyme Schemes
2 perfect rhymes, two near rhymes - the near rhymes are more ingriging, the perfect pairs are flat and lifeless, the poem is nectar for the gods, the form perfection. Write On! - Lady A