Your happy.
You're so happy.
You tell yourself you're happy.
Your happy.
Your hurt.
Your hurting.
Your bruised.
You're blue, purple and green.
Your bleeding.
The maroon red is spilling from your head.
Your happy.
You're telling yourself happiness involves pain.
Petite long blonde figure looks in the mirror and all you see is the piercing green eyes looking back at you.
Looking through your bruised body.
You're lying to yourself as the moment becomes clear.
Your happy.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Recovery From What Pedals Were Once Falling
PoesíaSequel to Roses of the Fallen Petals ------------------- A poetry collection that goes through love, pain, obsession, scarcity, euphoria and all the more with a possible happy ending.
