What Is This?
Is the fickle heart regretting
its choice to forego the chance;
the chance of love done right;
the magical dance where two
dance as one the world through?
Perhaps the time had come
and it has gone in a flash!
The grass is always greener
on the other side of love.
Am I right, you fickle flame?
If you continue with your
maddening haste, you shan’t ever
be loved the way you should.
Gnawing the hands that love,
that is your biggest mistake.
A flood of tears you cry…
quietly the meander, as
rain through dusty sand;
moistening the lump of you…
that lump you call your heart.
Hitchhiker 