FEELINGS

An so they say
That I feel too much
But what can I do?
For the poet inside me
Feels a lot deeply
And doesn’t ever stop anywhere,

It goes on and on,
To think and feel,
For thought is the measure of universe,
And feelings, its profundity,

I wouldn’t have been so,
I wouldn’t have been who I am
If it wasn’t for my heart
Who feels a lot,
And doesn’t even stop beating,

Somewhere deep inside me,
I still breathe the lost scent,
The lost fragrance of my grandpa’s body wrapped in white,
It filled my heart with feelings,
And I matured before age,
Just because of
That single memory,

I can’t stop to feel
I’ll choke to death without it
For feelings are all I have
And without them I am empty,