Where in this crazy world do I begin?
It’s curious, how these things come to pass;
sometimes, the line you tread is oh so thin,
but you don’t see it, and you fall on your ass.
Because the heart heals, and it soon forgets;
it holds like an old bulldog, tenacious,
to possibilities the mind regrets,
and blind, looks for hope in a flirtatious
gesture, a look in a wandering eye.
And although the wise mind knows it a whim,
it lets the heart fool it time and again.
They say if you love it, free it. They lie,
if they say when he goes, you’ll forget him;
more likely, you’ll stay dry out in the rain.
10 MAR 2003
for LJ user ferahga
