A sweet pounding in my chest, restrained by my own fingers. They try their best.
Even when your not near the pounding lingers.
A sunset can't even compare, beautiful but not enough to love.
My feet tangled within your snare, but belove I am for your finger that wraps around me; gloved.
Though that's how I assume I should feel, a feeling beyond compare. Something so extraordinary that it seems I don't exactly have it.
Torn I am that I have no semblance within me that could be named as love. I have an unfeeling heart, my heart doesn't flutter like a dove.
Am I unfeeling? No definitely no.
Can I feel? Yes.
I just do not have the will to give you a kiss.
I have things but some I do not, I feel no attractions for you. My heart never in a knot.
Off I go once again wondering what exactly I am. How can I not feel for such a person? Like others do, stuck and in immersion.
