I feel sorry.
Sorry for sinners,
without any hope.
I feel sorry,
Sorry for the flowers,
Stuck sitting in the ground,
through the pouring wind and rain..
I feel love,
the ability to love.
I feel war,
and I hate it.
Abhor it in fact.
I feel truth and I trust it.
Where I felt the cloak of darkness,
The Velcro's pulled apart,
It's slipping from my shoulders,
The lady has a filling heart,
Since she met you.
(c). Livvi