Happiness brings U Laughter. Happiness brings U Joy. It makes U, sound playful. Like a Child, with a new gifted Toy. Love pours Out with Romance, It has the Fragrance of a Flower. Some are lucky to have it. As it multiplies Life by the Hour. Tears that fall on your Pillow, for all the times U have Cried. U feel awful, lonely and Hollow. like almost half of U has Died. Life is so much Beautiful, When there's Someone to Care. Your Wounds all keep healing Someday their Scars won't be There.
i was at a little coffee place, still open it was one i frequented often, when in the sin a place of pity when you look closely at the people or inspect the buildings a bit nearer some street blocks you need just look down but i'd bought a cup for a nice young fella out on his luck he'd made the pavement his pillow and as he talked my ear off on physics, domestic politics, and stocks i thought of what little difference it made to so many whether it was him or i calling my stay on the straightaways and the little that made us separate