I wish I was built with a mind greater than my feelings
It seems as though I was created with a heart greater than intelligence and logic
The type of mind that stays awake to inhale information
With eyes that observe symptoms and characteristics
A tongue that tastes sultry silver
A nose that senses insincerity
Ears that listen
Touch that tantalized or tortures
Instead of
Eyes that stay moist with tears
A tongue that licks for attention
A nose that smells perfume and desire
Ears that hear illusions
Touch that feels to seek adoration
YOU ARE READING
Words from the three things that make me.
PoesíaJust poetry. Whether it's good or bad is up to you.
