Juxtaposed feelings of love and of hate
Make me crazy and determine my fate.
Whether I like it or not, now I'm late
To the starting of the race from the gate.
For your hand in my hand, like it or not,
Life with your kind would cause many cancers.
I can't get my thoughts sorted on the spot
Or just rely on my heart for answers.
My brain is mush when you enter the room;
If I could I'd sweep it out with a broom
I'd feel freedom from this impending doom,
But I can't stop wanting to be the groom.
I know nothing and my heart just races.
Help me Lord, my head is in ten places!
Thursday, February 16, 2012