I can move,
but can't feel.
I can see,
but can't hear.
I can taste,
but soon is gone.
I move
to walk the world,
but can't feel
the feelings I hope to.
I can see everything
past and go,
but can't hear
everything the world
wants to tell me.
I taste every sweet
thing that comes
and goes,
but the taste
leaves me when
the sweet goes.
I live,
but can never
die.
I suffer everyday
and night,
wondering if
I may be perfect
to something or
someone.
YOU ARE READING
The words I keep inside
PoetryFeelings from Me, You, Her, Him, we... Feelings that we feel, and are not seen... When our sun is covered, and we wish to die.... Something shines from another light... We look to the sky, and have little hope.... Then our sun shines again, with mor...
