A New Type of High

April 21, 2009
By Komal Sahi SILVER, Indianapolis, Indiana
Komal Sahi SILVER, Indianapolis, Indiana
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A couple of words,
trigger savage laughter.
A lopsided smile,
triggers a racing heart.
A shy exchange,
triggers dreams of forever.
Is this happiness?

My head swims with drunken bliss—
My hands dance in the air—
My feet weave around the room—
The memory of us,
drives me insane
Yes, this is happiness

The author's comments:
This was my attempt at a happy poem.

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