the joy of being deeply loved
is so foreign to my soul
I wait. I seek. I yearn.
it's still nowhere to be seen.
I run away from genuine interest
I push away care and respect
I wonder how joy isn't there
Only fear and pain, irking below.
Happy Happy Joy Joy I'd say
come to me please - unexpected so
easy, simple, natural, not having to
try so hard. Where are you?
six word fridays: joy - hosted by Melissa