Why does the heart ache when it’s longing?
How did it fall in love that instant?
What has disdain whispered within you?
When will I see you again?
Must I beg and plead?
Can’t you see the heart of me?
Coiled and reticulated phalanges grip and contort me from deep within,
I choose to smile and nobody knows the trouble within my medulla oblongata,
blinded by tears,
opening eyes and ears,
peeling away the years,
I find that I may once more dry,
within the rays of the sun in my eye,
finding hope, hoping findings might favor me soon, with a glimpse of you,
a hint and a clue,
will you do what you do?
forgive me, I was untrue.