Saturday, August 13, 2011

Poetry ' It Feels . . . '

It feels ..
Sometimes it looks weird
Sometimes feel odd
Feel foolish if you continue on thinking
but,
If the feeling is discarded
Lonely actually came
See hers/him
Hear her/his voice
My heart beats, from seconds to seconds
It seems, want to keep nearby
Her/his face, it's funny if it continues in the imagined
Although not directly at hers/him, greeted hers/him warmly, seated next to hers/him,
but at least see gers/him laugh is a wonderful thing in every day
So, it feels means
. . . .

Liverpudlian

Liverpudlian
You'll Never Walk Alone