Beautiful Truth

how very curious it seems
now i no longer deal in dreams
of loves that had an ending
of hopes, sorrow, friendships
broken – everything ends
that we have to face or do
these hours will end too

and i will remember
something beautiful that happened
something that made me smile
kind words from sweet friends
all of the little things
in flowers and in poems

i have designed
my own life
and i’m very
happy with the fit
a pocket full of
promises to myself
that i intend to keep

the beautiful truth is
i love who i am
and nobody has
the power to make
me unhappy ever again

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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