Feelings are like lost words,
On days when you've things to say,
Or to no one.
Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats,
But still pumping like blood.
They're drenched in a dungeon of emotions,
Eeking out like fishes from the water,
Finding a prey, a food for the soul,
To make them whole.
They've no place,
For the heartless,
And empty spaces,
For the heartbroken.
They're like mirrors,
Showing nothing but us,
Something more than us.
Feelings are just unjoined hands,
In a lonely world,
Or a divided perspective in unity.