"You turn all my five senses into an orchestra."
Dear feelings,
Yep. Screw you. But you're just like the sun. You go away for a while and then come back. You rise and then you set. One moment you're there, the next you're not.
You were here when I fell, when I was in love, when I was happy and when I was sad, when I was angry and isolated, when I had my desires, when I waited and when I was longing. You were here when I was lonely, in tears, when I left and got left behind, you were here when I came back, when I held on and let go, and you were here when I had to start over. You were here through my cigarettes and alcohol.
You were there every step of the way and you may sometimes break this pretty little heart of mine into a million pieces, but you pick all these up and glue it into something better. You make the world worth living, and worth dying, all at the same time. You turn all my five senses into an orchestra, with the sixth sense guiding the music into beautiful beats all throughout.
So dear feelings, here's to you.
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To Your Feelings
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