As For Happy Poems....

Guess I owe you a happy poem,
I don'tt write those hardly anymore.
Been wrapped up in my little world;
Searching for beliefs in lies.

Shots of Dr. Pepper,
they've been going down all day.
The music's loud and the rain is cold;
Searching for my way out.

No, I don't feel like rhyming,
And my flow is all off-skew.
Color outside of these blase lines;
Searching for rainbows in the clouds.

Shadow things escape me,
I can't hold on if December comes.
Happy poems get cut too short;
when the balloons fly into space.

**Title: credit goes to jesse**