Is it the way .....

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    Is it the way .....

    Walking talking to myself asking is this it
    Is this love , is this the way love feels

    Does the way I smile show my giddiness
    Feeling is simplistic
    Does the need for you to feed my staving soul
    Make me full

    Does the thought of you voice control
    My motions
    I'm drunk sick from your potion

    ( I smile ) don’t know if its love it
    Just feels so damn good to run into the wind
    Wear my heart on the outside cause its that bright in

    Damn it feels like
    Ice cream on a hot ass day

    Feels like
    Being hit by a snowball smack in the back of the head

    Feels like I can walk a tight rope cause If I slip
    You will become my safety net


    Is it , is it , is this how love feels

    Cause I want another helping of this happiness
    I want to ride again on this same pink cloud
    Laughing at my blue moon
    On my yellow skyway

    Talking gibberish on the phone
    All nite long saying nothing
    Knowing you know the meaning of everything

    I want to slide down the rainbow
    Of hallucinations yelling damn I feel good
    Love got me trapped in temptation


    It feels like , it feels like

    Cotton candy, dandelions
    Cake batter in the bottom of the bowl
    Summer breeze and Ice tea
    Shit got me on hold


    Cherries dropping from heaven
    Strawberries rise up from the ground
    If it feels this good
    I don’t ever want to flounder down

    Is this how love feels …………..

    Say it again say it louder
    Sing it loud from the belly
    Feel it , be it , see it

    If it feels this good
    If it feels this good
    Ohhhhh if it feels dis good

    I want to be found
    By love…………….

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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