I never knew why I don't write about my happiness with you.
I could always write about the pain easily,
And of my love for others.
But until today, I never understand why I didn't for you.
When I write my pain or happiness,
It will forever be immortalized into these words,
And soon after leave my mind.
I have what I need down somewhere,
Why must they stay in my head.
But with you, I never want you to leave my mind.
All my happiness stays in my head,
So when I close my eyes,
I can think of you and sleep with a smile.
And writing this seems to contradict everything,
But I don't think I could ever forget you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry"A poem begins as a lump in a throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." - Robert Frost.
