Happiness.

Happiness, you see Is like a wanderer It goes away, gets lost But wherever it is Eventually finds home.

Heart.

A light leaks Through the cracks Of my broken heart There's blood spilled On the ground I got no scars I see a trail left behind Haven't come far

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I love the way you turn My silence into words; I love it more when My tears find their worth. The words now have A meaning, The shallow heart started To love this feeling; The smiles seem to have Found their reason, The bird of my soul Sings regardless of season. Oh, How you make…