Sometimes
I feel happy but cannot smile,
I feel sad but cannot frown,
I hear birds singing, but they make so sound,
My mind is in the sky and cannot be found.
Sometimes,
I see flowers that have failed to grow,
A kiss, but with it no warmth,
I feel stars, yet they cannot be touched,
I long for a hug, to be held, to be clutched.
Though sometimes,
Embers burn inside,
I feel content merry and jocular,
Time begins to pick up its stride,
A friend, a lover, someone by your side.
I feel we are the same,
Do you feel these things too?
The love, the pain,
Or is this taboo?