to feel that one which gets under your skin <br />love's mistaken notion <br />about endearment of an irritation <br />one wants to get rid of that sting <br />not the one inflicted by the bee <br />but by one that makes your whole world whirl <br />and fills with the lighter colors of the rainbows <br />your small cluttered world <br /> <br />singing for instance under the rain <br />does it remove the pain <br />underneath your skin? <br /> <br />nope. <br /> <br />temporary remedies, like a warm touch that leaves you <br />alone after a very short moment <br />of contact <br /> <br />feel the feeling felt for a very short moment like a smile <br />a kiss at the airport and then the plane becomes a dot thrown away <br />towards the distant skies <br /> <br />nothing lasts <br />that is why, and i say i very well understand why people like us <br />whom they dub as lost and irreconcilable <br /> <br />keep on writing <br />we wish things and feelings last but these do not really <br /> <br />their nature is airy and is simply blown away and <br />no miracle makes it come back and kiss you again. <br /> <br />alright, let the breath go, it is not yours anyway.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-147/
