So. I wrote this poem on one of my blogs lol xD. But the poems so good that I just had to share it to the world. It has a childlike feel, yet contains a hidden soul that breathes, and is overall fragile and gentle, that makes it somewhat sad. _____ THE POEM: Happiness is like a cloud. It is formed through condensation. Your emotions converge and gather, And finally form the cloud. Happiness is poofy. Happiness is like a cloud. It can evaporate and degrade. Your emotions can gather and converge, And finally it can no longer support itself. Happiness is like a cloud. It alone cannot support itself. Other clouds must gather and help, And finally it becomes so large, nothing matters. Happiness is poofy. Happiness is like a cloud. Clouds are poofy. And like a balloon, It can poof, Into nonexistence.
.... thunder heads are poofy.... but they have very little to do with happy thoughts... I'm surrounded by thunder heads... Your poem was poofy in a good way though...
LoL sry, was peeved earlier by an author's self-destructive behavior... I vented and all better now... or at least as good as I get xD
So when a woman is getting cramps, her grimace is actually enjoyable? And the puffiness brought on by water retention is fun?!