Unfortinate Trance Poem by Keel Lincoln

A beat of the heart, blood rushing tingles the arms,
I get the feeling, but I only get it when I discover it can’t be,
When there is potential, I don’t care to take it or think it,
When it’s hopeless, I desire it stronger and long to submit,
It’s never going to be, no one would ever really choose me,
It’s not till you’re gone, out of sight as a chance,
That you’re deep inside where I fall into an unfortunate trance,
You’re lost to me; hence it’s for you I’m longing.