Feel

by Wintersolstice   Dec 19, 2005


My worst nightmares coming true
Im trying to move on
But horror stirs in me because...
I still only feel for you

So a sound "dude" likes me
-I must admit im flattered,
I tell myself feelings will come
But my hope for that is scattered

I kiss him. Nothing. Again. The same.
Hes not you, thats why. It must be.
He smiles at me. But my replications just a lie
Hes not you. Thats why. I'll never feel again.

The wind is your breath
The darkness your shadow
The stars, reflections of your eyes
The sunshine your warm glow
But all are weak. I cant touch.

Taunting my agony with pictures of heaven just out of reach. No rest for the wicked-Is that what they preach?

It must be me.
I know I will never be good enough
Ive tried so hard
But-last resort-a boyfriend-a bluff.

I dont kiss you when I kiss him
That would be a blasphemy
But when he's not here...
Your all im ever going to see

But we can never be
We can never be!!!
Save me, save myself
My escape is a torment of its own

Must keep going, there is no other way
Must make up my own reality to play
Whats true must no longer be real
But I may never again feel.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Choose xX Alex Xx Life

    This i feel is the best of your poems thati have read so far, i feel that the words flowed and you send out meaning and respose to your audience.

    xxx alex xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    Very imaginative metaphors, great flow, passion which seems very real... what more could I ask for in a poem? 5 is all I can give it

  • 18 years ago

    by Fallen Angel

    Excellent use of description, the emotion comes across really strongly, as an idea for improvement I have to agree with Apathetic Soul. Great write, but it might benefit from a bit more control. Other than that, brilliant stuff, 5/5 x

  • 18 years ago

    by master of shadow

    Really great wording ad escriptions used, your feelings really came though strongly

  • 18 years ago

    by Empty Space

    Taunting my agony with pictures of heaven just out of reach. No rest for the wicked-Is that what they preach?

    Stunning lines! Absolutely heartfelt! These are lines of perfection. Awesome. Gave me chills all the way down my spine. Those lines made the whole poem for me. So true!

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