If I were to wish for something,
it would be to feel it all over again.
Not the pain,
but the joy, the pride, the peace, the warmth, the love, and the lust, and satiety that came afterwards.
If only we were to take drops of the things we feel, and bottle them up, some place safe, some place we can run to,
when we want to feel it all over again.
We'd name the bottles with words that may come as close as what it is that we felt.
No words could ever do justice,
but they could come close enough.
I'd give one your name.
No one would understand what that feeling would mean,
I, myself, am not sure what feels like you.
All I know is that
I want to feel you all over again.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
ПоэзияHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
