Oh if only I could know without asking
and if only you could tell me without my probing
but what good would it do anyway
I could be doing just the same
and I'd actually really like to
but at the crunch I'd be thinking of you
and I'd have to say, "I'm sorry, some other time"
But you wouldn't,
not at least in my mind
So you'd be there all rosy and fresh
and I'd have wilted just a little bit
and I'd look at you and feel numb
thinking about what you might have done.
Then afterwards we'd part for good
and my heart would cry because it would
have said something, anything, everything
It would have flood you with all its feeling.
Alas my mind is not one to concede control
which is essentially what troubles my soul
It wants what my heart also wants
but my mind walks about in their faces it flaunts
its thugness and its smugness
When all I really want is to feel the caress
of your hand not mind
And to see a ryhyme on this page
About drugs, alcohol, sex, or rage
Not again about the sadness of my heart
It's wearing thin, and apart
from that, you're not even mine
So it really wouldn't be a crime
So enough with this heart-felt rhyme
It's moving on time.