I write when I'm in love,
Or when I'm sad,
But never when I'm happy.
Happiness is a dull emotion,
Passionless and bland,
Never screams anything spectacular.
But love and sadness,
Speak to the soul,
And resonate in hollow hearts.
Speak to desperate entities,
To people destined to feel something,
Anything.
Truly raw emotions,
Of which brings,
The strongest to drunks,
The weakest to ruins,
And the confused,
Unable to tell the difference.