On the tip of my tongue, but the words still slip, as my mouth hangs open, with sensation of stitched lips.
Some feelings and emotions still don't have words to speak; inexpressible, unexplainable, but passionate emotional leak.
Thoughts and feelings are seeping back down to the slow mental creek, flowing only through primal yells of passion, at peak.
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Wonder & Wanderlust | Poetry of Roems
PoetryI didn't know the world I read everyday, had a back page, with links to other mediums, in this metaphorical manifestation of philosophical, poetical mischief. This is a collection of profound poetry experiences, exploring the internal, external, met...
