I,ve never wrote a poem from a happy place.
Never filled a page with a smiling face.
This art form to me shows the pain of the world.
I'm tired of people saying"Damn, you're a sad ass girl."
So I'll write about dasies and sunny skies.
I'll write about kisses and butterflies.
I'll speak of the living and not how they make me die inside.
I'll talk about how I won and not how I tried.
But you know, this happy thing is kinda hard to do.
Especially when shit,is all you're going through.
Oh and when your one man has two of you.
Or how about when you lose your mother too.
When I find something gleeful I'll be about it,
but until then, yo, I'll be without it.
With heartach so bad I want to scream and shout it,
will it happen in this lifetime?
I really doubt it.
AO