FEELINGS
Stearing at my soul’s dead body
I touch my shadowing shapes
And I open my eyes
Into illusion...
Crawling my thoughts in my brain
I scratch my name on the old wooden table
But it’s
THOUGHTS
Paint the color of my feelings
Feel the shape of my thoughts
See the fine smell of my warm body
Kiss my whispers
Touch my sins with your fingers
Cry my lips
Taste my soul Share
