They are stuck inside.
My mouth is dumb,
And my brain is fried.
What to say, how to express
My feelings cannot be said in any phrase,
My heart's a mess.
My head is in a haze.
Happy, sad, or mad,
I feel them all, but also none.
I feel content, with nothing to add.
And with that am I done?
What do I feel in my heart?
It's not hurt, and is still there
It has not been hit with cupid's dart.
And yet I must beware.
Life can come at me quick.
I must be ready to take it in,
Through good and bad, thin and thick
I can write, and in determination lift my chin.
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