#quotes on happiness

The words became heartbeats more alive than myself
And the ideas became words
Books strewn on a shelf
Collecting dust
Just enough to cloud the mind
Picked up and swept away
A dusty dream to find

I’ll write a letter to you every day that you’re gone
The words flow like blood dripping out as they’re drawn
A letter to you
Every day that I miss
A confession of heartbreak
Sealed with a kiss

r.t.