I don't know how I feel?
Is that wrong?
Or bleak?
Lying here naked,
Body drenched,
Yet,
I do not know myself.
Tears spill from my tired eyes,
Laughter fills my lungs,
And still a feeling of longing...
Why do I feel this...
This emptiness...
I wish for nothing more...
Than to not lose that longing...
But to understand it.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
I don't know how I feel?
Is that wrong?
Or bleak?
Lying here naked,
Body drenched,
Yet,
I do not know myself.
Tears spill from my tired eyes,
Laughter fills my lungs,
And still a feeling of longing...
Why do I feel this...
This emptiness...
I wish for nothing more...
Than to not lose that longing...
But to understand it.
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