I draw a card from my hand,
I fill my heart with delight.
What was this feeling of spark?
What was this feel for affection?
My mind jumbled with thoughts,
it seems that I can not stop.
Needless to say the flutter in my tummy,
holds while I fill myself with yummy.
I wonder why am I so shy,
now I can comply.
This feeling,
it is the one I hate the most,
all the humans call it 'love'.
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The Random Book of Poems | ✓
PoetryJust a book filled with random poems I wrote that are not in order but reflects on my feelings and society, as well as the things around us. --- unedited and unchanged poetry, c. 2014-16 completed, 2016
