Miss Understanding

Too Wet to Feel

Miss Understanding is an awfully fine fellow
She comes to you and makes everything mellow
Her soothing message is silent
But with her, nothing is violent
All she need do is look in your eyes
Then suddenly you see through the lies
I guess you could call it forgiveness
And it certainly is a perfect bliss
The way she misses the point
It’s how our heads she’ll anoint
Her soft, warm breath
Retracts the harshness of breadth
And when you press against her skin
Imagination can begin
She really is ethereal
Since the facts are visceral
Even though the dream is surreal
We bow down in existential kneel

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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