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When i look at you,
I feel the urge,
Unwrittable feelings ina whirl,
I can't explain,
Cause i don't understand.
Letting them course through me,
Trying to understand the feel they give,
But i cannot understand,
They feel so mysterious.
I try to feel them,
I try to define them,
But they don't fit em,
They leave me hanging.
But defining them makes you forget,
So i leave them on their own,
And i don't regret it,
Cause they visit me every so often.
YOU ARE READING
Journal of moods
PoetryButterflies don't dwell on a single flower like us humans who don't dwell on a single mood
