Happydent White

I feel the surge, to follow the sight

I consider myself on an upward tide

thou things are, the way it was,

but the smiling vampire, is enlightening the path

I push myself, to commit no faults,

I argue myself, about every single thought,

but things go wrong, and she tear them apart

with her smiles and the cutest nod

she asked me to write, whatever is on my mind,

and I am blank, about what should rhyme

the trees, the birds, or the sun so bright

or will it be again, about Miss Happydent White !!