I suffer through,
as those of me who do,
to make a mark
upon a heart
so beautifully true.
But fate belies that
the heart of ten million
could not realize,
these desperate claims
I struggle to.
Oh round and wondrous muscle!
Give me peace at last.
Do not let the pain of the past
block my desire,
It's unsteady so fast!
I say no
let them go,
and then my heart dies
when I see them love another.
How I wish my discipline was different.
My judgment not so clouded.
My heart would be sturdy and ripe.
My desire never unfounded.
You cannot expect my head to go blind,
when another woman comes to mind,
it eats slowly away
at my irrational fears.
Till they come to fruition
as endless dusty tears.
Love is not something I find
I can deal with at the moment,
but any affection I do pay you dear,
will go completely unnoticed.
No comments:
Post a Comment