the happy poem

of walking down the street lit by the falling sun
of sharing laughter side by side indulging in the fun
of talking up gibberish that we know do not exist
of playful arguments on those on the used-to list
of moments we shared just between you and me
of special times only we were there to see

there are some things i long to do
some things i've waited too long to come true
and though time may help to ease the pain
there are some things i wish not to feign

to sing a song that has no teardrops in it
to share a conversation that doesnt strain a bit
to watch a movie where the lovers do not part
to write a happy poem that does not break my heart

so much for writing a happy poem...ahah...i think i am totally incapable of writing a happy poem. isn't it sad that inspiration comes only when i am in such an emo-stricken state? tsktsk....