Happy poetry and happy stories
hid behind the painful words and distorted
hearts.
They're masked with pain and dried
up tears sprinkled on the paper in which you write.
they hide behind paper
hearts.
We're all guilty of it,
I am guilty of it,
of writing words that break
hearts.
And never leaving a happy memory
or beauty, or healing
hearts.
But I want to put smiles on faces
I want to travel to different places with my words.
I want to flood all the right feelings back to your
heart.
I want my words to smile
I want to write the color of your eyes
because they make me so happy and never break my
heart.
But before any of this, I must find your
heart.
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