Feelings are sometimes pointless
The more we are unbound by it
The happier we are
Sadly, that’s also a feeling
Words, as much as it means to some
Has been decompressed to nothing to the deaf
Yet, he understands you by sight
From your smiling joy to the teary pain
Understanding is Satan’s masterpiece of manipulation
He gives us a cite, some take sight while others site
Believing we are in one accord, discord is planted
Blame becomes the new order of the day
We start ‘feeling’ one could have explained what the other
thought
But we forget we had concluded at the hearing already
At the point of
understanding
The feelings have been messed up. You see why I never wanted
them?
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