why do we fall
to something that won't catch us
why do we lean
to something that's so elusive
why do we search
only to found thousands chipers
are our feelings that strong
that it destroys the mountains
of reality that waylay;
it shrugs off all the wandering thoughts;
only to be sure to that innocent soul
that secretly stole our soul
are our feelings that strong;
or are we're just too dumb?
YOU ARE READING
the art of liking him
Poetryfeeling is not always vice versa, and that's ok. ( HIGHEST ; #42 in poem )
