(This is not a poet, i know, but i need to get it out of my head)
The one thing i learned... is that people always care about you, only when they see tears in your eyes, your glassy eyes or hear your sobs.
..... They don't care about you, when they see smile on your face...
My problem is that, people should štart to care about me when i am happy....
Why is that?... I love being sad, being broken and cry, sob and listen to heart breaking music....
... you find comfort in things that are in your life more, that repeats every day, not in extraordinary things... such as beign happy-for me
.... I found comfort in sadness...
Propably... Something will change,
Maybe when i first fell in love with someone...
I still have stupid crushes... and they always ends up the same
THERE IS ANOTHER, OTHER, MAJESTIC, BEAUTIFUL, ATTRACTIVE, CHARMING, ELEGANT, CUTE , LOVELY, GRACEFUL, PLEASANT ,GOOD-LOOKING woman
happiness- means, not a second choice, option anymore-for me..
WHO knows when it will come...
YOU ARE READING
LIFE
PoetryThere are good and bad days, places, situations, but there is a perfect balance between it you just need to find it
