I’m a sad poet, I understand. I often write of my feelings or of other people's pain.
I’m a happy poet, I understand. I seldom write about my feelings and often about other's smiles.
I carry madness in my pockets, when I’m sad I smile and when I’m happy, I frown.
I carry love up my sleeves, when I’m heartbroken I chuckle and when I’m not, I weep.
The sun is dark but the moon shines bright, I love this.
The earth lays still as time runs away with it.
I accept whatever will more be, as soon as I decline.