Those were the days

There were certain days she felt nothing

There were days she felt she wouldn’t make it.

There were days she felt she didn’t need to worry

There were days tears made her vision blurry

Those were the days she recorded

In her little black diary

Days that had scarred so she in turn made marks

Days were memory served her well

All the black nights came back

Nothing could suffice except crying of course

Then came the days

When the sun didn’t cease shining

When she couldn’t stop laughing

She didn’t try to even stop smiling

Her tears could make a drum full

So why stop laughing now she could

Those were the days she felt beautiful.
Happy New Year