In a ballroom of emotions
Disgust and anger were talking
Confusion and madness were laughing
Anxiety was playing the piano
Guilt was lurking in the shadows
But happiness was nowhere to be seen
And as the music
slowly decrescendos into a waltz
A wave of surprise floods the ballroom
as they see happiness and sadness
dancing together, hand in hand
It was a complex love story
the simple mind could not understand.
Happiness and sadness were very different,
but they belonged together.
One simply cannot exist without the other
They were like the sun and the storm
An odd pairing, but when together
can create a heavenly arch of colours
YOU ARE READING
honeysuckle evenings.
Poetrya short collection of scattered imagination verbalised into words. a love story in different parts. ©️ all poems belong to me. - cover: honeysuckle illustration from vectorstock - i do not own any of the pictures in this book. HIGHEST RANKS ...
