NPM Day 13 Are You Happy
Updated: Feb 6, 2019
I hate that I can't breath when I think about you.
I hate even more that I search for you.
It's been so long your name sounds foreign to me
but friendship has a lifetime warranty
When I think about you my chest tightens and my heart pounds.
My head spins with thoughts I drown.
I want to reach out but...you don't want me to.
At least that's how it seems from my point of view.
I don't care if your hair is purple, pink, or green.
Or if you have tattoos that are black, white, or something between
Everything we do, everything we are is formed by choice.
After all these years I'm glad you found your voice.
Just answer me this, are you happy?