For every time I was hurt,
there rolled a tear over my face
that flew into a poem
Poems of sadness and anger
Malaise and blankness
were attempts at filling
Now that a smile is the only
occurrence on my face,
There is nothing left to write about
And I am deeply glad about that.
I am where I need to be
I am where I'm loved
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
For every time I was hurt,
there rolled a tear over my face
that flew into a poem
Poems of sadness and anger
Malaise and blankness
were attempts at filling
Now that a smile is the only
occurrence on my face,
There is nothing left to write about
And I am deeply glad about that.
I am where I need to be
I am where I'm loved
