From My Pen
Unsettled
Posted: 2005-01-14
There’s this creeping feeling
Sixth sense intuition
It keeps me reeling
As it all comes to fruition
It’s you that I am missing
Your face I keep seeing
Those lips I am kissing
Your touch that is freeing
Unlocking the doors
Unleashing me inside
Crawling out on all fours
Our two hearts collide
A force unexplainable
Not a feeling comparable
Are these feelings sustainable?
Being apart is unbearable
© 2003-06-22 Mychal Cocolla
