On the last few months, I took time experience how to completely feel a feeling
To focus on it,
To enjoy it clearly, with all it can give and all I can get
Then,
On the last few weeks, you came in a form of human and I kept you the way I saw it, a human
Then, suddenly,
You, the one I thought it was just a human, transformed to a feel..
I know exactly what a feel feels like, it's what I've been taught
You became a feel a good one..
I felt it, enjoyed it and got all it gave
Then, suddenly,
It started to be more than that,
It started to be a kind of feel, which is part of every feeling I feel..
I wonder of the next..

Diurnal rays dawned on my sleepy face,
Dancing far behind the leafy lace,
Divine muse woke me up from slippery sleep,
As though warming up my holy holiday flip.

My kindling kid began to scout n’ skid,
Up and down my shoulders around avid,
Flocking my head ahead aloud allowed,
Like chirping smiting fluttering bird

My sporting spouse was all-out for her day out,
Alone was I at home to bear the mounting brunt,
Lo, my tot twined me up beyond my pensive thought,
Like a planted creeper with its gripping knot.  

I was sized up in the race of cat and mouse,
Roundabout and in and around the house,
Up and down the stairs, no way to grouse,  
Hide-and-seek hit my day, hopeless to browse.

So cute, the little angel so called, acclaimed,
Rolled out dear dolls for games, proclaimed,
Lined up, pooled up and piled up, exclaimed,
Chuckled, moved and kicked a few unclaimed

I put him cool in bath tub more for fun n’ play,
And mustered respite and employed the ploy,
Lashed n’ splashed he, in bubbling boundless joy,
Unbothered to care color n’ carpet all the way.

I muttered and lured him out by bread n’ butter,
That towed the tired tot soon from the pitcher,  
I felt dressed down before I dressed his upper,
Impending melee is a funny guess, to feed a toddler.

The budding kid began hullabaloo in a big way,
Bolted my day and jolted my way by his sway,  
Fumbled and tumbled down in anger, all n’ sundry,  
In quest of his mom away and tossed me in quandary.

you know, it's weird sometimes
to think of ourselves
as all separate but always as one.

we're made up of the same stuff,
the same gunk inside our lungs,
but each story remains truer to self.

i guess, i like to pretend
that i never grew up,
never relied on coffee to get out of bed.

because it's hard to see yourself dying,
from the outside, when you're trying
so hard just to lift yourself up.

but we're all a little down,
a little bruised, a little broken.
we're made up of the same **** stuff.

so as a reminder to myself and anyone else:
find people who make you smile,
make your days worth the while,
and you'll never feel unhappy again.

Whether or not you think about it
I still probably do
I've kept you in a box in the corner of my mind
I still remember you like a Polaroid picture
faded and forever still
like you never changed

Whether or not we talked everyday
or just once in a while
I'll still remember the way you are

whether or not I lost you
or you're still mine
whether or not we fought
once upon a time

I still probably
I still think about you
We were once good
we used to smile
and at some point
I understood your mind
and I'll always still remember you
every person that walked in on my life