I've struggled through with a lie on my mind
Every word of how my heart's defined
Afraid that it's energy might smother
Always sought it's meaning in another
No matter whose phrases did solicit
The synonyms always seemed explicit
But then two hearts in costume are the same
Regardless of spelling or exchanged name
Though each editor chooses the confines
Somehow I always read between the lines
And seeing their intent built my contempt
That I couldn't pronounce what their soul dreamt
Conveying too pithy a path of pain
When my own hearts expression could sustain
That I have found, with literal delight
I have so many antonyms for blight
Because only the present can have terms
Even as comprehension reaffirms
Knowing that though my own verbs can appease
Doesn't mean that their adjectives can't please
And definition of happiness to me
Has always been in my hearts glossary
