If you find the hidden messages in my poems, you receive a 'get out of getting a cactus shoved down your throat' card. Nah. You get a cookie.
I remember the day we first met.
Here I was,
All fallen and down.
To everyone I looked happy and joyful,
Everything seemed fine.
For those moments with you I was happy,
Everyone seemed to stop.
Everything seemed perfect.
Little by little things got better.
I didn't feel the way I did,
No more sadness like before.
Good feelings and true smiles are what I ended up with.
Then things changed.
Here we are no more,
I am by myself.
Saying things like, "I'm fine." or "I'm happy."
When you left