Searching

Happy tastes like a foreign land

And I'm wanderlust

I try to form it with my lips

The ones you kiss

And it comes slowly

Shockingly

A new substance in my body

Like the way

I say mom

Like the way she left me 

My sadness seems to lie

Evermore in the grave it's dug

For me 

Spray painting roses black 

Because it says I'm destined to be 

Bleak and weary 

But maybe 

It's because

This melancholy is blind

It doesn't realize

I have a light

My heart bleeds

Even in the sheets

Rising to the surface of my 

Paper thin body

But my happiness always

Realizes 

It's home

Is inside

Of your eyes

Reviews

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

It was really a emotional read at the end but those last few lines very really amazing...

But my happiness always
Realizes
It's home
Is inside
Of your eyes

It always pleasure finding love for you in someones eyes! Very nice poem...