《Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️》H a p p y
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It's time for a bit of happy,
so I'm going to tell you about this time.
That I looked into the mirror
and for once felt completely fine.
Or the evening I laughed with friends
and everything was okay.
And that night I wrote a character,
and he really made my day.
Then there are the many times I chatted,
with the people on this site.
Who have always been there for me,
in all my sleepless nights.
Silz is the purest soul I know,
although she struggles with a few things.
But oh, she tis so beautiful,
in her heart, and her spirit, and her brain.
Earwen has the most gorgeous heart of gold,
and she always makes me snort.
She's a beautiful person and a wonderous writer,
but too often cuts her talent off short.
And Pilindiel is such an exquisite spirit,
as quiet as she tis.
She's been there since the beginning,
And I truly hope she knows how wonderful she is.
Finally, Rey is my newest bud,
I think he struggles with some things.
But he's the most lovable fellow I know,
with such an intelligent brain.
And I suppose you could all probably see,
that I've had a few rough days.
But it's time for a bit of happy,
and what can I really say?
Cause is there a better way,
to fight the shadows than with love?
So to all you guys out there,
there is no light or happiness that you are void of.
I owe you all more than I can convey,
you've been there through thick and thin.
And I hope this life continues,
to wear a big goofy grin.
Oh, it's time for a bit of happy,
so I'm going to tell you about this time.
I met some people in this world,
that have truly, truly saved my life.
Dedicated to:
You guys are amazeballs, absolutely perfect!
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