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In half a mile of happiness
stands the difference between me and you.
just a smile can be such bliss!
its not that much to see I miss,
gentle eyes or the touch of lips, and,
the total indifference I could hold to truth.

this cardboard heart
just might fall apart at the sight of a troubled tear.
the whisper of a bigger fear
might bring to the unwanting hearing ear
thoughts of lonesome days ahead.

never resting from restlessness
no crumple of cotton from a lazy head
a nervous shell paces instead
thinking of the words they should have said
with happiness half a mile away
the morning only brings another day,
to dread.