
When I don’t feel like it, I give up
When I don’t feel like it, I give in
When I don’t feel like it, I stay down
When I don’t feel like it, I pretend
When I don’t feel like it, I bend
When I don’t feel like it, my mind is lost
When I don’t feel like it…
When I don’t feel like it…
When I don’t feel like it…
Why are my feelings the boss?
When did my feelings become so smart?
When did my feelings chart my course?
When did my feelings know my heart?
When did my feelings overtake me?
When did my feelings start to break me?
When did my feelings guide me straight?
When did my feelings take the cake?
When did my feelings…
When did my feelings…
When did my feelings…
To these fake ass feelings that run and hide,
To these fake ass feelings that make me cry,
To my fake ass feelings trying to side,
Its the fear of the world and not mine, that these fake ass feelings find their pride
Shut off the noise of the bullshit outside, the fear that squeals with a guilted hide.
Those feelings you feel are less than perfect, they come from a place of filth and perversion
Of a mind, that deals with all the world, with all the intensity of a dying flame
Hold fast to the principles that you know are true
Because Feelings will fade and run from you.
What am I but a bag of Bones, a fishing rod and a misplaced home
I am more than that, I am more than meek, I am all the things that reside in me
A universe expands; inky diamonds for wings.
I perceive these things inside of me.
and…
If I were gone, so to would they be
Lord in heaven thank you for me.
And a fucking fantastic poem at that. I knew you were a poet. ❤🐡
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I really did not want to write this morning. at all
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But you did. And it is done.
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And its done.
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So be it. &*&
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be it so.
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I feel this is an amazing poem.
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