My Last Cry

Happiness is a hollow word isn’t it?
An empty promise of forever
For forever never really comes
It drifts away when you thought you had it reached

Sadness is a funny word I think
It comes to you when you least expect it
Just when you think you had it shrugged
You will realize it had your back

Bliss lasts for a fleeting moment
You will never be able to hold on to it
It has gone before you know it’s there
Like a comet you haven’t wished to

A friend to stay is known as misery
You will wonder about its origin
Or how was it able to find you
It’s with you long after you wish it’ll go.