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I'm happy today
when i close my eyes
I'm surrounded by darkness
but i'm happy despite that

I'm happy today
when i touch my skin
I can feel the presence of scars
but i'm happy that they aren't hidden

I'm happy today
I can look up at the weeping skies
but i can find happiness in the raindrops
as they fall down through my hair

I'm happy today
as i look down on the Earth
there are some unturned stones beneath my feet
but i'm paused for this moment

I'm happy today
as I think about the star that i cherish
it seems far away
but i'm happy that i can see it and i'll reach there one day

I'm happy today
Even if it gets painful
I'll be happy like I'm happy today
I'm happy that I'm happy again
 Jan 2019 SingingTree
Eyla
most people see me as
a happy person because
i laugh easily,
i smile a lot,
i joke a lot.

but deep down
in my heart,
i am fragile,
i can get hurt easily,
but i choose to not
show it to the world.

instead of being sad,
i choose to laugh to cover it.
maybe you can call me
"the queen of the mask"

by this,
you can tell
that most of the time
when I'm laughing,
I'm not really laughing,
i was trying so hard to hide
my sadness.
 Jan 2019 SingingTree
Eric
Morning brings , a sunshine that sings . As it may lift us brighter then normal days . Ice upon the ground to reflect our ways . Salt to melt past's bitter taste . Lets not forget how unique you are , just like the falling snowflakes . Keep changing everyone's life with your smile , thats all it takes . There's nothing better then not wearing a mask and traveling with the fakes .a smile is all it takes.
Let the paper be the dancefloor of your pen
and let your heartbeat be the beat of your music.
Let your hands sway according to the flow of the notes
of the feelings that you feel right now.
Let your mind play on the playground of thoughts
And let your surrounding be the inspiration of your poem
#PoetryLover
#DancingonPaper
your love runs dry
it always rains
you’re the reason
for my worst days
the blues I choose
the shades of gray
you paint the sky
on my darkest days
I hate you most
but I hate the way
you’re still the sun
on my perfect days
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