poems, Tidbits

Happy

Of course I want you to be happy

But the way that you’re happy

Makes me unhappy

So I implore you to be

Just a tiny bit considerate

It’ll be selfish of me to voice this out

So I’ll just think it

It’ll be my little, private thing

Hidden in the safe confines of my mind

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