There is a child
Her name is Love
She has long blonde hair and rosy cheeks
But behind that fair facade,
She has a vicious streak
She likes to play with Confusion,
Jumping ropes in the park.
Confusion has curly brown hair
And means well
She loves the other children,
although she often causes them harm
Confusion is akin to Serenity,
But Confusion came first
Serenity has big blue eyes
And a shiny bald head.
She follows around Anger,
Whose clothes are always ripped,
And his hood is always up.
But he has a crush on Sadness,
Whose short black hair is tucked under a cap,
Holding all her problems inside.
And contrary to popular belief,
Happiness is the most lonesome,
Her beauty hidden beneath her favorite hoodie,
Watching as the others play.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
There is a child
Her name is Love
She has long blonde hair and rosy cheeks
But behind that fair facade,
She has a vicious streak
She likes to play with Confusion,
Jumping ropes in the park.
Confusion has curly brown hair
And means well
She loves the other children,
although she often causes them harm
Confusion is akin to Serenity,
But Confusion came first
Serenity has big blue eyes
And a shiny bald head.
She follows around Anger,
Whose clothes are always ripped,
And his hood is always up.
But he has a crush on Sadness,
Whose short black hair is tucked under a cap,
Holding all her problems inside.
And contrary to popular belief,
Happiness is the most lonesome,
Her beauty hidden beneath her favorite hoodie,
Watching as the others play.
