the happiness

10Aug08

I wish I could write a poem,
One with daisies and bunnies and butterflies.
A poem that made you smile, maybe giggle,
That made you glow with warmth and love.
I don’t rhyme with words like innocence
And my characters don’t fly or laugh.
All they hear are sadness and anger,
all they hear are tears and screams.

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