no, this is not.
nope, not in the least
not at all not even a smidgen.
you see for me this is,
and it forever shall be,
the most difficult kind of poem
to ever even conceive about writing.
a happy poem.
what does this entail?
it involves pulling out the happy feeling i hold,
and cherish deep within my red epicenter,
and putting it onto paper
for me to share with the world.
but i am a heart-exclusive man
and my feelings are my own.
so when i do not share with the world,
all of the happyness that in me has grown,
i'll keep walking down the corridor
and never look back again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem