Feelings,
those insidious little things.
They ****** make you squirm,
sneak in unawares,
make nebulous all that is firm.
Feelings,
those traitorous little things.
They lift you up, make you float
then change without a warning
and sink the **** boat.
Feelings,
those warm little darlings.
With you through harmony or strife,
your companions, they let you
revel in the drama called life.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
Feelings,
those insidious little things.
They ****** make you squirm,
sneak in unawares,
make nebulous all that is firm.
Feelings,
those traitorous little things.
They lift you up, make you float
then change without a warning
and sink the **** boat.
Feelings,
those warm little darlings.
With you through harmony or strife,
your companions, they let you
revel in the drama called life.
