Happiness
Happiness is not
a tangible thing
insight does rot
uncertainty is king
~
For words
are useless
truth isn't heard
the world is ruthless
~
It left us without
a way to express
this absence of doubt
and love's sweet success
~
It is only felt
a tingling vibe
so rarely delt
and never described.
~
By: Liz Prosser
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