Why do I write?

Why do I like poetry so much?

I like to share

especially the happy thoughts

the enjoyable moments

I like to spread some joy

if I can

But then....

some days

The happiness gets

kind of held back

~the crappy-days~

On the crappy-days

no happy thoughts will be

written

Only the black words are

being shaped on the paper

~No point in writing then~

This is a crappy-day

So.... I guess I won´t write

much today

Just pull a blanket over my head

and wait

~for tomorrow~

Then the crappy-day

will be over