I talk about love more than hate.
It gets tough and I can’t carry the weight.
Anger takes over no patience to wait.
Acquaintance is common never my mate.
I forgot when I lost it, I’ll mark the date.
I don’t want to repeat the same mistakes.
Happiness becomes mistreated then breaks again.
Now, I have to start over before it escapes again.
Mental status almost restored won’t shake the end.
Reminisce the past feeling rewind the tapes again.
Drown in self love until it sinks in…
Happiness quench my thirst..I’ll keep on drinking..

Happiness is Love
Happiness can’t show Hate
🤔 Can it?