I feel what,
I feel like keeping the lid to my emotions shut.
What do I feel,
I feel like leaving on the seal.
I feel what,
When I talk to you?
I feel like I'm torn in two.
What do I feel,
When I hear you talk about me?
I feel like I jumped in a puddle of glee.
What did I say about keeping the lid shut?
Or about leaving on the seal?
You opened it up and looked inside.
You ripped it off and it was read by the scribe.
You saw it all.
You heard it.
And after laughing you burned it.
What do I feel?
You already know.
You took it and spread it like dough.
You burned it alive.
And what do you know?
The feeling I kept inside,
Deep down is feed by the fire.
It's coming after you,
But by the time you know,
It will be here,
And you'll be crying into snow.
The feelings I have should never,
Ever,
Be known.
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