I Don’t Feel…


I don’t feel any sort of way, but I do feel every day you understand?

I feel the need to reach the top of the mountain, not made of sand.

My heart feels a call to the past, the steps of a meeting place,

My mind calls him again, yet I can’t remember his face.

I love you, I love you, in me is this feeling,

Juliet? more like bleeding heart left fearing…



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