To feel is like a two edged blade,
It's both blessing and curse.
For what we feel makes our minds bade,
Above the wounds we nurse.
To feel for someone new,
Feels good, different, and blue.
Brightest of blue, not drab or drear,
Or maybe something like a chartreuse.
They don't know my past,
And I don't know theirs,
But none of that matters,
All I know sometimes my heart patters.
Oh how I long to feel
That great sense of balance.
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Poems: Thoughts
PoetryJust a few thoughts of an average person, thoughts of live and love, but also darker topics. Thoughts expressed as poetry.
