black and white

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