Is this love or am I just catching feelings? I turn him into an art when I'm clueless to know the real meaning. How can I explain this feeling? To feel yet to know if it's real. A strange feeling of missing someone, Though he's here and never gone. He knew nothing of this longing, I don't know where this is going. So then I wrote him in my heart, To turn this feeling into an art.
Poetic thoughts from a poetess.