This Feeling
This feeling,
embraces me with warmth.
An ease to my mind while concealing
my comfort around you.
Its not love or attraction.
Resting my head on your shoulder is content enough.
Yes you're simply a distraction
from the dark silhouettes of the world.
One may call it a drug
but there was never enough time to get addicted.
Simply your presence was an endearing hug.
This feelling, I'm so conflicted.
hi bech,
ReplyDeleteyour poetry is always so beautiful. there's always a feeling of hidden meaning, of something beyond the walls of words. each person could interpret it differently, but that's the beauty—our personality, our thoughts make it different. sometimes we're meant to share, sometimes we're meant to keep it to ourselves. but sometimes, words walk alive and live their own lives.
so thank you for letting your words free.
- grace