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Happyness


bits of replaying a song and wishing some lyrics changed.

 (I may not be original but i learnt how to improvise better ; )



. . .




Honey, when I am 

Lying under the trees , I see what you see

I stare blank at beliefs

And I am, right now, pushing up

trying to make a touch

Through branches breaking up my sky.

Showed you all of my hiding spots,

Hide and seek , in disbelief

I was still seeking when you stopped.

Hearing locker keys, and small talks freeze

A one that opens up my door.


When did all our lessons,

started to look like weapons

pointed at my deepest hurt?

A fool you dream,

With a big man scream,

I hope you get what you see,

I haven't loved the new me yet,

She'll never give you that.

No I didn't mean that;

Sorry I can't see facts, through all my man made mess.



Honey, when I am

above the trees,

I see it for what is.

But you're, right now, signing off

letters  that you wrote, with an insincere

"Yours Sincerely "

bribery; it all makes sense to me

why the sands slip faster in my clock.

Choosing me, with my full time glee

Did it make you free?

Did they give you a Goodman's cloak?


And I still believe I could leave this place behind,

brush the cobwebs off my art gallery.

and i still seek, lost all of my hiding spots

And no one teaches you what to do,

when a good man hurts you

and you know you've hurt him too

giving all the best of me-s


There was happiness before me,

There is happiness along with me

But there was happiness because of me

And you know, what to believe

There is happiness

she'll give you that,

I haven't met the new me yet



. . .


Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 8, 2023 at 9:07 AM

    Whoever you are, you are perfect. And perfect at describing things indescribable with normal words. Will be glad to get a breakdown of the poem.✨. "No Y in Happiness".

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  2. AnonymousJuly 2, 2023 at 4:21 AM

    Rhymes well 🙃

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