The joy fades
With the never leaving impression
That something is missing.
My happiness…
I sometimes search for it daily with the hope
That one day it’ll find its way back to me.
But it never does.
My happiness…
The emptiness I feel
Is deepening the void
That is there without the missing thing filling it.
My happiness…
In the night,
I feel the opposite control me,
Making me forget about the other side.
My happiness…
The joy fades
With the never leaving impression
That something is missing.
My happiness…
Issy's Writing Wonderland 