Feeling It - Poem by Brandi Beck
I cant explain the simple yet difficult feeling that comes with the being of you.
You set me, just to knock me down to the dirt scratched floor again.
You make me feel like a waterfall falling into the river below, where the towns people bathe.
They do not know though that they are bathing in the flith of my heart.
Flith of our past and experince.
I cant explain it, this probably makes no sense to whom ever you are reading this.
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