Feelings

Between these words and this paper lie my feelings They hold the connection together, no piercings So abstract I just want to get lost in them I think I have found a reason not to analyse them They are multiplying inside, creating families within me They all have the same vision; to one day make their way out of me Their seeds are planted in me as a contigency plan to ensure constant reproduction They remain on standby for her name to be called Her beauty speaks a language only understood by them, no subtitles I speak on their behalf, no rank given to me, basically no titles To their distinguished calculations i'm not fighting back I lay words on this paper that gives it life, can't read them from the back I say, write and do whatever is asked of me and in some twisted way I approve of it The new and the old feelings have combined forces, breaking through sometimes hearing myself saying......... "Her lips give authorisation for my imagination to work overtiime Her beauty is painted all over my art gallery for the world to see Once I have a look at those eyes I can never seem to find my way back to me Her exquisite taste in everything got me wishing it could rub off on me Yes, though i'm crazy about her, i'm not nuts She deserves a yearly supply of cashew nuts Although she prefers everything sour, I think she's absolutely sweet Shhhhhhhh, an underground comedian, absolutely hilarious Her laugh is amazing, her scientifically proven way of displaying excitement" I need a special task team to keep these feelings under control A negotiator to evaluate the terms and conditions keeping it under control But then again where would I be without these feelings.