Beating of A Heart
Forlorned in the quietness of night
I helplessly sit in my old office chair without light.
For in a few stolen hours from self pity and pain;
I am no less, comfortably contained.
My ruling days are long and lonely
Because I am in thought of you and you only.
I say to myself, "Don't be thinking of him".
This has to be just a driving, unexplainable, mental whim.
But when I think of days without you;
It's an unavoidable, shameful, absolute must.
Quickly I then realize, thoughts of your warm beating heart
Are merely unconventional feelings of deep rooted lust.
I helplessly sit in my old office chair without light.
For in a few stolen hours from self pity and pain;
I am no less, comfortably contained.
My ruling days are long and lonely
Because I am in thought of you and you only.
I say to myself, "Don't be thinking of him".
This has to be just a driving, unexplainable, mental whim.
But when I think of days without you;
It's an unavoidable, shameful, absolute must.
Quickly I then realize, thoughts of your warm beating heart
Are merely unconventional feelings of deep rooted lust.
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