sadness comes with colors
like blue and gray and black
sadness has an aura
that always brings you back
sadness carries so many words
a segregated dictionary
that knows exactly the moment when
your eyes mist over and get weary
sadness has so many moods
i could never narrow it down to one
i've let it cloud me over so many times
i can feel it before its begun
pages and pages of just one thought,
how selfish can it be?
or perhaps i am the selfish one,
for always letting it come back to me.
there's nothing sadness doesn't have
except it's missing just one thing
i have something far superior
and it means more than anything
though i do not embellish every page
with it's moods, and words, and eyes
my body carries it like my bones
and i feel it moving around inside
happiness is hard to keep
when sadness hides in every fold
but it disappears when i think of you
and i slide into our mold
happiness is hard to write about
as it's something you can't watch
but you are something i can see, hear, and feel,
and love until my heart stops
