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And I don't know why
But it's like a deep ache ache ache
But no pain,
Like a soft cloth, all wrapped 'round
Sharp edges turned smooth,
Settling deep within my heartsoul heavy,
Smooth.
I cannot find cracks to pull apart,
To find the reason.
I cannot understand.
It's deep and low,
Thrumming gently against my throat.
Pressure welling, up under my eyes
Telling me to be ready.
But I cannot.
I cannot understand, I do not know.
Why.
It's missing and it's love and it's hurt and it's pain and it's hope
So full, mixed and twirled and twined and making a mess
In my chest.
Like a bowl,
All full of batter,
Piling up in my heart,
A heavy mass with mean corners,
Waiting to poke and rip and tear and hurt.
But that cloth of hiding
It's gone and dropped over it, confusing.
Softening.
Smoothing.
Confusing.
It's deep,
It's throaty.
It's heart wrenching.
I cannot understand.
Why.

Description
And I don't know why
But it's like a deep ache ache ache
But no pain,
Like a soft cloth, all wrapped 'round
Sharp edges turned smooth,
Settling deep within my heartsoul heavy,
Smooth.
I cannot find cracks to pull apart,
To find the reason.
I cannot understand.
It's deep and low,
Thrumming gently against my throat.
Pressure welling, up under my eyes
Telling me to be ready.
But I cannot.
I cannot understand, I do not know.
Why.
It's missing and it's love and it's hurt and it's pain and it's hope
So full, mixed and twirled and twined and making a mess
In my chest.
Like a bowl,
All full of batter,
Piling up in my heart,
A heavy mass with mean corners,
Waiting to poke and rip and tear and hurt.
But that cloth of hiding
It's gone and dropped over it, confusing.
Softening.
Smoothing.
Confusing.
It's deep,
It's throaty.
It's heart wrenching.
I cannot understand.
Why.