nameless
I don't know what this feeling is;
But it's running through me.
Like a knife through butter
It's causes so much anxiety.
I don't know what this feeling is;
But it's got a grip on me.
I wish I call it something
But it's not in the dictionary.
I don't know what this feeling is;
I just know it's apart of me.
An emotional limb
Hanging from a lonesome tree.
I don't know what this feeling is;
But It's looking over me
Like a warm breeze in winter
A welcomed honesty.
I can't name what this feeling is;
I'm guessing it's humanity.
I'm just lucky to feel an emotion
That makes me, me.
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