
My view on happiness as a set of clothing that needs to be washed and repaired from time to time. Reviews are welcome.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 73 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-09-12 - id: 3049173
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[ happiness ]
today, i came home with
my happiness a little bit
dirty.
i found a stain of insult.
oh, better scrub that out
clean.
also a small hole of hurt.
i need to patch that up
perfectly.
it reeks of my dry tears.
wash it, make it a pleasing
scent.
today, i took off happiness.
i sat alone in my sadness,
naked.
tomorrow i will put on
happiness and i will smile,
again.
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