Karen's Poetic Corner
It felt like an icy cold day and then the sun beamed down on me and embraced me with the essence of a hot soothing sunshine.
It felt like an empty shell and then the fullness of your words were the substances I craved for to fill the shell.
It sounded like a ringing in my ears and an abundance of noises and confusion and then a sultry sound, calmed the noise, your voice did that.
It felt like laughter was manifested prematurely to sometimes hide the painful remnants and now the laughter has a trueness sincerity and robust constancy.
It felt like a dream and the dream became surreal and nothing last forever.
What is and what does true love really feel like these days?