shean renghen


What Happiness Really Is - Poem by shean renghen

Happiness is not a game to be played with. It's not something you can ask for. You need to search far and wide to find the impossible. Hidden in the bitter lies of destruction. Scatted in despair. You will find something shining. Not all gold shines but only those with true heart you may find the secret which lies
Beneath them. As tales and legends speak of a pure and holy thing with a special gift. This gift can only be found within yourself. As happiness comes from the heart. It's a feeling not a thing.Happines is everything. With out it you are alone and sad. As the sun rise and the moon fall your heart will sink upon the furthest
Cries. You will be broken with bower head and sorrowful eyes, you shoulders feeling lifeless falling down like the fallen solider you can but help to think why? Happiness makes you whole makes you fill with life, gives you all the might which make you shout. When you find happiness, it will not be the only thing you will find as love, friendship and hope will hop along and go. As these are the key thing in life which will help you till you die and although you might find these things one day, you should keep it as it's easy to come first but harder to keep first so try and try your best as one day who knows happiness will come your way! ! ! ! ! !

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 24, 2012



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