• Heart Spoken
    This disease I refused so many times to fall victim
    Caught me when I was of course least suspecting.
    This obsession not one can suppress.
    The constant thoughts of certain others clouding our heads.
    So many endless thoughts we only lay, not sleep, in our beds.

    Curse our reddening cheeks, and our racing hearts.
    Our clumsy hands, our constant stuttering, and stomachs in knots.
    Love is a game I never seem to win.
    I hold few cards, no trickery or lies, make up or hair ties.
    No batting of lashes or lined eyes, no brilliant smiles, or puppy dog eyes.

    This game I don't cheat, and yet don’t know the rules.
    The dice never roll in my favor,
    The kings never captured,
    I always hear checkmate.
    I’m told to just keep "Go Fishing" with no line or hook to use.
    The winners in their circle the losers to continue to lose.

    We hold onto our lingering hope, our broken smiles and our illogical goals.
    Only to have them crushed by more heartache like fools.

    So curse this damn contagious love germ.
    Let us return to our youth, let the cooties return!
    For love is not only a game, but harsh lesson I've learned!