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Suited
For once, I feel loved.
The feeling is weird to me.
Just a few months ago I thought love was stupid.
That it was impossible.
I thought my mind was not suited
I thought it was not tangible.
Such a foolish thing to think.
Of course my mind can comprehend love
But it could all go away in a blink,
to feel higher than clouds, to feel so above
To then just be put out,
Like a fire at a campsite.
Yes, the seeds of doubt
Start to plant with delight
Maybe,
I am not suited for such things.
I must be crazy!
To think I am worthy of something meant for the worldly kings.
Love this
Love that
Love her
Love him
Love these
Love those
Love.
I do not know.
I am not a dove…
I am so far below…
For once, I felt loved.
The feeling is weird to me.
Just a few moments ago I thought love wasn’t stupid.
That it wasn’t impossible.
I thought my mind was suited
I thought it was tangible.
Such a foolish thing to think.
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madi moore
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