Body as a friend (or foe).
"You make me sick!" my body screams at me. Its voice desperate and shaky.
My mind apologizes, feeling genuinely sorry. In a reassuring tone, it lies to my body, tells it that it will be over soon.
My heart, however, does not lie, but does not apologize either. And never will. Not for feeling too much, or too little. Not for feeling the wrong emotions at inappropriate times.
No.
Because, after all, that is what my heart is supposed to do, isn't it?
Feel.
YOU ARE READING
Have faith
Poetry"Some words I wrote." • A glance in the mind of a seemingly ordinary girl • •*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~• •Ranked• #1 : Escapril #4 : Poëzie #791: Poemcollection #616: Poesia
