ALL I EVER WAS
It is the most obdurate heart I seem to possess,
(For hearts don't feel emotion I must confess)
For it fails to ache, except with loss of time
When its strong beats begin to fail to rhyme.
It's a pumping plant! Yes that's what it is;
Yet it pumps faster with a delicate kiss...
Where delicate kisses, mostly for effect,
Are planted because good feelings we don't reject.
Mmm... Which means I'm seeking thought,
For in my own trap it seems I'm caught.
That, misty eyed, I reject myself;
Preconscious thought creeping up with stealth
To take me back to those foul desperate times
When all I ever was, now time defines.