Its no use
Being melancholy,
When one would rather chase
hued splotches of bright paint,
Fluttering and dancing in front of your eyes.
Take joy
in the simple pleasures of life,
Than sulk in a dark
and blanketed corner,
in intense gloom.
You'd rather smile,
Your dazzling, blinding smile
When a ray of innocent sunshine
Falls upon your rosy face,
Than, turn away
And seek shelter in the cloudy sky
of a dreaded place,
Far, far away.
Turn that frown,
Upside down now
And conquer the newly reborn day,
As it's yours to keep and yours to seize
With a cheerful gaiety
In the lively, effervescent day of May.
YOU ARE READING
When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
