Why do people do this:
Correlate certain things,
With one person?
Why do we look at a sunset,
And think of an ex?
Why do we listen to a song,
And remember a friend?
Why do we smell something,
And think of a vivid memory?
Why do we do any of this?
Is it longing?
Do we miss being in that moment?
What is the point,
Of sensory feelings,
If we don't feel things?
If it were me...
I would never smell rain again.
Never here that one band,
Play on the radio.
Watch that one movie,
That always makes me cry.
Because some people,
Aren't worth feeling that.
But then there are the times,
When you remember,
The joy of a certain place.
The memory of someone,
Who always smelled like flowers.
The video game,
That gets you riled up,
Because you're determined,
To beat that ONE PERSON.
Sensory feelings,
Are exactly as they should be:
Feelings.
Don't ever let them go.
Don't ever take them for granted,
Or not want them around.
Because in the end.
You feel something.
And remember,
All the good times you've had...
YOU ARE READING
Who's Heart is This Anyway
PoesíaJust some poems that I come up with on my own time... Here's a sample of one in the book: We were a kaleidoscope of colors, Twisting and turning, At every possible moment. A new masterpiece at every view.
