It's not a feeling of wanting,
Not a feeling of hopelessness.
It's a feeling that burrows in your mind,
and marks a notch in your chest.
Something when I miss him.
Something when I fall.
Human beings are fragile,
but fake 'We're not hurting' when we stand tall.
I miss him, don't think I'll ever stop.
But I refuse to let it consume me--
I live where my heart talks.
I listen when it's quiet,
maybe you should too.
For the heart will let you know.
The One, from The Fool.
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Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
