Feelings are like lost words - 

On days you've got things to say,

To someone,

Or sometimes nothing, to no one.


Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats,

Staying inside,

peeking outside,

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,

Or maybe,

Something more than us.


Sometimes,

Feelings are just un-joined hands,

In a lonely world,

Or a divided perspective in unity.