If you want to be happy,
If you wanna be with someone,
Too little in this world is real,
Can’t you see?
Too long you’ve taken to heal,
Go, be free.
Kohl-lined eyes, Lips painted red,
On the edge of a dangerous affair,
A clear surface, A turbulent sea.
Fiery veins, pounding heartbeats,
In the search of Normality,
the winds have changed and so have we,
If you want to be happy, won’t you be?
Ernest Hemingway once said, ‘Poor Faulkner, does he really think that big emotions come from big words?’
Sometimes our little words are best we can find. They are true-er than true.
NaPoWriMo-Day 4– A poem on the opposite of love.
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