Happiness is just a dream
Happiness is in front of me
Happiness is an idea
That holds together society.
Anger is just jealously
Jealousy is your motivation
And your motivation is to be happy.

A steady minded person might tell you that everything can be measured, calculated and converted into a language of black and white, solutions worked out with sharpened pencils.

How do I measure my heart breaking?

Tell me,at what rate did my heartstrings snap when he told me he was leaving?
How long until all of my broken bones turn into dust?
Calculate at what speed the tears rolled down my checks.
How many doctors will it take to sew my heart back together?
Was it when he crumpled me up like a wasted idea etched onto a piece of notebook paper that everything started to bleed?
What part of my brain did his gentle hands touch that woke my monsters from their slumber?
How many days until this aching in my swollen chest turns into a gentle throb?
When will I be okay again?

Takes this pain and your sharpened pencils and rip the numbers from the dead hands of his name. Do away with the emotion like he did away with me.

She;
     a radiant being,
    sent her to rule my heart.
    Her beauty more precious than gold.
    My heart, ordained by her presence,
    yearning for the title *My Love.

Let me exhaust myself,
indulging in your delightful pleasures,
and be tedious with my endeavors.
pleasing you, as I am pleasing myself.
Filling your swells with my will,
embraced with your grace,
the pace, measured with haste,
our soulmates touch, as our bodies mate.
Second to early, is a second to late.
If it feels this good, then it will end great.