My Happiness
Happy.
Happy is smelling the fall crisp air
Happy is smelling a pie baking for the holiday
Happy is being with friends and family
Happy is getting exta chesse on pizza
Happy is getting butterflies on a date
Happy is being greatful
Happy is whatever makes you smile.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.