I write of Happiness

I write of Happiness, and I write of Hope.
I avoid sadness, because it makes one broke.

Broke, and how you ask?

While once, smiles filled you up.
You suddenly let in something inside of you that was never your part.

It took away your smile, it took away your sleep.
It made you only over think, over eat and Repeat.

Why take your shine away from you?
Now you're just broke. Empty with cracks. may be.

It's okay, or may be not.
"You won't understand, okay!"
So why not vent out?

If you judge yourself, you are letting the world judge you.
Don't do that.
Go find what you loved.
Go do what you loved to do.

You will find your smile.
You will find your shine.
And you know you will.

So,
I write of happiness and I write of hope,
I wish my words fill up your crack and make you less broke.

For

For you can't pause time,

For you cannot control fall...

What has been lost should be buried.

And if it's Love what you wait for,

Wait with open arms,

Wait with eyes closed...

Expect nothing. Imagine nothing.

What will you get is Magic.