I'll never understand you,
Or what you truly mean.
You control everything I do,
Surely it's not what it seems.
I do not fall,
I only trip.
I'm careful, that's all,
I don't want my heart to rip.
My chest it hurts,
What's this I'm feeling?
I've only known it from viewing at outskirts-
No, this can't be the problem that I am dealing.
But how can I know,
If I've never felt?
Is it suppose to be cold as snow,
Or make my insides melt?
My mind has gone dead,
I can't tell these apart-
The things in my head,
And the things in my heart.
I will never admit,
That the butterflies in me fly free as a dove,
I'd never expected to fall into this pit-
This pit that everyone calls love.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
