A Work in ProgressA Poem by CopingWithCaptainMorgan
What does happiness feel like?
a cool breeze on your parched skin? the smell of the ocean on your approach to the beach? the sound of crickets under the soft, moonlit sky, lost in a secluded countryside? maybe the taste of a home-cooked meal after some time away? or the sight of your mother, tears in her eyes, because you’ve been gone for so long? of these things, I know very little, but the knowledge I have is much more valuable to me. Happiness is in fact, the feeling of your hand in mine the smell of your hair as you nuzzle yourself into my arms before bed the creaking of our front door opening as you return from an eternity at work the taste of your lips, hard-pressed against mine as if letting go would kill us both and the smile you can’t contain paired with your gaze, unwavering, centered solely on me, as you put words to our love. Happiness is your life and mine, perfectly, seamlessly, forever intertwined. © 2018 CopingWithCaptainMorganAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on September 30, 2018 Last Updated on November 14, 2018 AuthorCopingWithCaptainMorganAbout24-year-old male who struggles with the desire to be happy, the few who want to see me do just that, and all the seemingly wrong decisions I make and words I say that can't allow me to be just that. U.. more..Writing
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