When the sunlight falls on those bigger set of petals, Lighting up the royal blue, a shade not-so-common Surrounding its own bubble of tiny sun, And the tinier set of petals, a beauty bar none..
Blooms bringing about a sense of time long past, Of childish hopes and bigger dreams, Of carefree times and warm hugs, Of my lost self, whose screams have long since faded...
Happiness is one of life's greatest mysteries, Does it come from self, others or material things? That dress from Prada or Zara, or perhaps a new yacht, The comfort to spend money, all you want. Do others' love and appreciation make you stand tall, Or is it your own kind heart that suffers for all? Happiness is one of life's greatest mysteries, So why are we the happiest when making others happy?
By everything and everyone. I wish for a break And the days to not be bleak, I wish for a proper rest And the nights be peaceful lest, I reach the point where Numbness is everywhere.