some things can t even be said in poetry but i ll give it a shot you are what i m not what i wish to be let me find the simile como se dice she is my soul esta mi alma she is my moon esta mi luna and i can t find the words at least in my language i don t know how to say this let s try it in spanglish like it feels it feel so uncomfortable cause i m so used to a ton of bull so when it feels real it feels so unbelievable feels like like walking hand in hand with emo bands bangs over my eyes and girl pants but it feels so god breathed don t tease me an unclear move of his spirit believe me a struggle cause my own thoughts can be deceiving a seething deception with evil inceptions but it feels so right which ironically don t feel right because it ain t ever felt right you feel me right but it feels like like trading brains with maxwell or a bilial or john legend type sorta fellow it feels like like overdrafts and them kicks is bad and she gotta have em and she ain t ask for em and it feels like like one of my organs was stolen so when we ain t talkin i feel unwhole and swollen and my life was golden you can ask the homie holdin he believed in me when no one came to see me but it feels like like the future is far greater than i could have ever imagined like how could this happen and it feels like like five miles outside of canaan or harriot tubman when she first seen the mason dixon line that demarks the freedom it feels like like freedom like like some things can t even be said in poetry but i ll give a shot you are what i m not what i wish to be let me find the simile como se dice it feels like like it s impossible for anything anywhere to be more important than this moment like i m fittin to bite incubus like her mouth moves in slow motion when she sings it s infinitely interesting como se dice she is my soul esta mi alma it feels like like all that around her fades to duo tones and she remains this vibrant cmyk what can i say it feels like some things can t even be said in poetry