Walking, Breathing Paradox.

You make me content but not content enough although my heart fills with joy each time you breathe in my scent as I walk past you on a Sunday morning with my hair glinting in the sunlight that made it through the cracks of our solid passion, but I’m not content enough. Not at all. You make me mad, but I can’t…

Misunderstood Happiness

Blown away like leaves with comical faces sketched on them By words that made me cry Tears of joy I swam in for fun//  such unknown happiness Made people say a little prayer for me Forever and ever