Nothing feels better than the wind on my face

Nothing feels better My cares are erased

It was nothing to smile and reminisce

It was nothing but a lovely, green crisp

It shouldn’t be an insult to say I felt nothing

For if I had, I couldn’t define that thing

And you know how I like to group & categorize

But darling, you’ve already been circumcised

Therefore, I bite my own left hand to feel

That stimulation after my meal

Then I scratch my scalp and caress my hair

It was nothing in game of truth or dare

Quietly, I observe people on the alert

For something dangerous for their eyes to avert

Yet, I am nothing and have nothing to fear

Since I drank my wine…I don’t like beer

As I laughed and bit my right arm

I thought…’At least this place don’t smell like a farm’

Nothing could bring me more joy

Than knowing about my coy ploy

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!
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