Friday, June 3, 2011

happy happy joy joy

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


  1. hehehe..i'm enjoying your writings...very nice!

  2. @nguyenthank you for reading, and commenting (so my blog doesn't feel too lonely in the comments department!) :)