Feelings are like lost words -
On days you've got things to say,
Or sometimes nothing, to no one.
Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats,
But still pumping like blood.
They're drenched in a dungeon of emotions,
Eking out like fishes from the water;
Finding a prey, a food for the soul,
In order to make them whole.
They've no place,
For the heartless;
And empty spaces,
For the heartbroken.
They're like mirrors,
Showing nothing but us,
Something more than us.
Feelings are just un-joined hands,
In a lonely world,
Or a divided perspective in unity.