Me

Im getting sick of writing prose

why does it sound so somber?

Throw it out it's no good

I don't feel angst, I feel happy

I don't live by sorrow

I live for a smile

If it turns

and the prose sours again

I'll throw it out

and quit

wait for it

wait

for

it

here it comes

the smile

I told you so

I guess I'll pick up the pen again

and write one more line.