• harlamin 5w

    Mole of Happiness

    Depression has always been a mole
    Snitching on my happiness as it turns whole
    Kicking me, back to my pit of solitude
    Steadily my denial becomes an attribute
    Lights are decoys hiding that which is dark

    Seeing you was at first a comedy
    Knowing you seems to be a remedy
    Every touch stimulated ease
    In you are my channelled peace
    Stating my feelings is stereotypical
    Questioning your feelings is rhetorical

    We were the stars of a great show
    Expected climax starts to flow
    Cutting and end to this distraction
    As my feelings were just reactions
    Now I'm burning in Fury
    For our fairytale becomes a story
    ©harlamin