(ear)regular

     The intoxication of your essence is at fault, for the

head jolts I suffer from, when the beating of my heart

tends to relax, briefly on it’s impact, then seizures back

into normal rhythm.

      My heart does shutter beyond belief, these boyish thoughts Betray my Sleep, when my flower blooms so ripe, when tomorrow’s fears may Come tonight. The ugly man may make his move, and then my flower will Have to choose, between what is wrong and what is right, my heart may loose Before the fight, But love is a gamble, all or nothing, either way it Seems I‘m loosing something, because she is the one who is hiding my heart, She knows not yet what she can tear apart.

(This poem is not my own, I had found it jotted down on a sticky-note in the back of a poetry book I was reading. I read it, liked it and typed it up; no author name, just the poem, hopefully someone will find it and know who it belongs to.)