To Think and Ponder every face
that's frowned, and to feel their
anguish and sorrow. That I might taste
of their wounded souls and Empathy in me abound.
I ask why must the lonely
be lonesome, and their hearts be
made cold, e'en though they may act lively,
They dance, but, hear no sound.
And why must they be conscious of
their "plainness"? For surely everybody feels
that doubt. Their Brains think of love
as something to lose, and never again be found.
~I resolve, feeling is Better than not feeling
Therefore, Tis better to possess a heart without sealing.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
To Think and Ponder every face
that's frowned, and to feel their
anguish and sorrow. That I might taste
of their wounded souls and Empathy in me abound.
I ask why must the lonely
be lonesome, and their hearts be
made cold, e'en though they may act lively,
They dance, but, hear no sound.
And why must they be conscious of
their "plainness"? For surely everybody feels
that doubt. Their Brains think of love
as something to lose, and never again be found.
~I resolve, feeling is Better than not feeling
Therefore, Tis better to possess a heart without sealing.
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