Some days nothing is right,
everything is wrong,
I don't even belong,
anywhere at all.
I've had many of those days,
so used with the frustration and pain,
confused of all the different emotions
that runs through my brain.
I long for the days,
when smile and laughter fills every second of the hour,
I forget everything that's wrong,
because you make everything alright.
You are filling every empty hole,
of my every being,
patching them up,
and giving me meaning.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 7:02 AM UTC
Some days nothing is right,
everything is wrong,
I don't even belong,
anywhere at all.
I've had many of those days,
so used with the frustration and pain,
confused of all the different emotions
that runs through my brain.
I long for the days,
when smile and laughter fills every second of the hour,
I forget everything that's wrong,
because you make everything alright.
You are filling every empty hole,
of my every being,
patching them up,
and giving me meaning.
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