Head Held High

Fri, 07/31/2015 - 18:58 -- Mew95

This morning was a blur

I got up, took care of my animals, then cleaned my chores

Same routine, every morning

Nothing seems to change

Then there's him

That guy I wait for everyday

The only one that puts a smile to my face 

He talks with me and consoles with me, he never wants to leave

I don't want him to

Because of him, I can smile with happiness

The sun seems to be friendlier

T.V. isn't such a bore

Reading has become a passion again

Writing has purpose

Everything has changed because of him

It's awesome again

With my head held high

I can become happy once more

This poem is about: 
Me

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