Lately, I have been having such a hard time even looking at some of my sad poems from my past. So here are two more nice ones for the week ❤ And isn’t this picture wonderful and amazing!!! Crazy the beautiful and odd things you see out in the country, even just on the drive home.
A bloom, a blossom.
A farewell, a goodbye.
A hello, a dying flower.
A smile, a guy.
All come in mixtures,
some sad and some gloom,
but when all put together
people are happy as loons.
She’s happy, only when she’s with him.
He warms her heart, and she lets him in.
Protects her soul from doing horrible things.
He is her life, the reason she breathes.