How It Feels Poem by Richard Jarboe

How It Feels



I just care about how it feels,
I don't care what it means,
I don't care what you think it means, unless we agree,
That's because I don't care what you think about me,
I just care about how it feels,
Like sitting naked writing a poem,
Nobody around the lost and found,
Which is where I feel at home.

Saturday, August 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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