Happiness Poem by Dean Morris

riding in the mists of the atmosphere
showing its face upon shattered hearts
re-constructing all the pieces of people that have fallen apart
getting rid of the continuous shed of tears
erasing the terrifying dreams that everyone has once feared
drowning the misconception, lies, and excruciating pain
throwing everything wrong out in the intoxicated rain
replenished with the feeling of importance
everlasting joy reshapes faces with warmth
fulfilling long awaited feelings of love
introduced to the sounds of pleasure
finding your other half, the angel from above
loving every diminishing moment in life no matter the weather
the feeling that is riding in the mists of the atmosphere is happiness