Thought

To think, is funny. Always has been for me.

I've always thought I hated the sun, no fun

right? No the rain I love, fog as far as I can see.

The shadows feel like home. So I learned to hate fun.

There's a question I know I hate, it goes

"Are you happy?" Well I don't know.

You see, sorrow I know best. Oldest friend.

So happy feels like a trick, a lie we all know.

Then I met a boy, wow what a guy.

He had a trick of his own, he's a finder.

He hunted ways to show the world is kinder

than we knew. He slowly put stars back into my sky.

He gave me back some peace, laying beside him.

He puts to rest my beast, a sense of quite laid within.

Now of course this does not last.

He came and went thrice times since

And wait I did a whole year passed.

I noticed I'd built a castle defense.

After my feelings to him I expressed.

But hollow and barren was this dance,

So I pondered some answers under duress.

For if I lose him, possibly too my last chance

At being understood. I know its silly.

But people hear me, though frankly never

listen.