If I could write what I could feel, then endless the pages would be, if I could see what I feel, I could stare through the world and into the next, if I could hear what I have feel then burning with the echoes from space I could hear, if I could taste what I feel then numb thy tongue would go, if I could smell what I feel no scent again would fill thy soul and if I could touch what I feel then forever would it be in my heart. Sadly I don’t know what it is I feel or that whish I have felt, but I know it is not love, as I am still waiting for that. (thought I would post this, if you like it there are more in my blog, I add to it all the time. Thanks for the comments, and opinions, the more the better )
That's pretty nifty! I like that word... nifty. Lol. I'm not very good a poetry, I've always admired people who were though. : )
