Happiness is Flowers
What is it like to be happy?
Can you tell me please?
Long ago I lost that feeling
Along with my soul's keys.
I can't recall it,
And the cheer it brought;
It's like being in a desert
Where water is desperately sought.
A friend once asked
Why I didn't see happiness in flowers
And then I realized
My life had turned sour.
It can no longer recall
What it left behind.
It can no longer recognize
What it can't find.
What I mistakened for happiness
Was only a mirage
In my soul's futile attempt
To complete its collage.
So what is it like
To be happy
When I can no longer feel it
inside of me?
~erica (aka, me)
What is it like to be happy?
Can you tell me please?
Long ago I lost that feeling
Along with my soul's keys.
I can't recall it,
And the cheer it brought;
It's like being in a desert
Where water is desperately sought.
A friend once asked
Why I didn't see happiness in flowers
And then I realized
My life had turned sour.
It can no longer recall
What it left behind.
It can no longer recognize
What it can't find.
What I mistakened for happiness
Was only a mirage
In my soul's futile attempt
To complete its collage.
So what is it like
To be happy
When I can no longer feel it
inside of me?
~erica (aka, me)
All constructive critism (I know I spelled that wrong...) appreciated. heart
