One day maybe I'll wake up
Not to wash off the make up
Break up and make up
Hoping that one morning
I'll be happy people
Unabsorbent in remembering
Unadoring undooings from
Unendearing tormenting and
I'll be happy people.

If I can wake up to his smile
His warm embrace taking place
Taste his lips and touch his face,
Never replacing that moment in space
We call ours
I'll be happy people.

Aesthetic steady admiration
Complacency already
Steadfast and steady
I'll walk without the wings
Being flighty's all they bring
A fast undooing
I'll live without them knowing
My scars are seared
By hot coals now slowly burning
Today I woke up Happy People.

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