.Wondering.Mindlessly.

.Wondering.Mindlessly. 

Does my heart still ache?

I ask myself on repeat.

Not ache...but regret..

A challenge I have yet to beat.

A simple little poem..will it suffice?

My face with a smirk, cautions

Not even done just right. 

It replies: No. A poem just won't do.

Let us sit back and calculate

to get through to you.

How many have came into your heart

just to get out?

I shrug and slowly respond

"too many to count"

And your dreams for the future..

Are they still intact?

"For the most part, I guess..

just fucking relax."

I'm getting mixed signals,

My mind tells me.

You are in love,

do you disagree?

In love, yes. I am sure,

but it's not what you believe

My heart sends an Eye-Em,

Will he break me and leave?

I have no reply

I'm stuck in the still

I pray to Gee-Oh-Dee Not.

Or...I'll have nothing, nada, nil.

Enough chit chat..you're boring me.

You're current mood...content?

Being read wrong possibly?

I didn't mean to sit here

and spill to you my guts.

So, do us all a favor and ignore

me if you must..

Then, the tiny voice says..

"No..it's just us."

©Butteryevil 2003