Positive
11/06/13 23:49
I don't mean to give you the wrong impression.
I do have happy thoughts too.
I do enjoy the laughter of my niece,
The smell of flowers,
The sun in a blue sky,
A snappy dance tune,
A funny joke,
A deep conversation,
A warm embrace in the dark,
Or the light, it's all good.
I like chocolate
And video games
I know the words to Take On Me
And will happily sing them, loudly, on request
(but not in a crowded place, that would just be rude)
I want to find things so funny
That I will laugh, desperately,
Like I'd never done it before
And I'll never get to do it again.
I try not to sweat the petty stuff,
And I never pet the sweaty stuff
I smile at babies,
I thank my waiter,
I tell the checkout clerk to have a nice day,
And I mean it.
Dogs and cats usually like me,
Even if I make them nervous at first.
I relish and cherish these things
But I don't talk of them
Because I don't know what to say,
beyond "Yeah…that was good"
Because sadness has been my home,
And joy is just a country I visit,
And while my passport is in order,
And I know enough words to find my way around,
I don't speak the language like a native,
And I want to stay forever, or visit as often as I can
But all my things are somewhere else.
I do have happy thoughts too.
I do enjoy the laughter of my niece,
The smell of flowers,
The sun in a blue sky,
A snappy dance tune,
A funny joke,
A deep conversation,
A warm embrace in the dark,
Or the light, it's all good.
I like chocolate
And video games
I know the words to Take On Me
And will happily sing them, loudly, on request
(but not in a crowded place, that would just be rude)
I want to find things so funny
That I will laugh, desperately,
Like I'd never done it before
And I'll never get to do it again.
I try not to sweat the petty stuff,
And I never pet the sweaty stuff
I smile at babies,
I thank my waiter,
I tell the checkout clerk to have a nice day,
And I mean it.
Dogs and cats usually like me,
Even if I make them nervous at first.
I relish and cherish these things
But I don't talk of them
Because I don't know what to say,
beyond "Yeah…that was good"
Because sadness has been my home,
And joy is just a country I visit,
And while my passport is in order,
And I know enough words to find my way around,
I don't speak the language like a native,
And I want to stay forever, or visit as often as I can
But all my things are somewhere else.