A Confused Heart

A confused heart. Confused by meaning. Words that fall into a ravine of of saturated hopes. Are they defined by my aspirations? Frequent the questions arise. I dare not look at her radiance. Twisted the explanations become. Wondering all the while. Shaking away the tremors from the indulgence of fantasy. Can she? Would she? Dreaming of a break from solitude. Passions running a awry. Palms glistening with fear. Rhetorical my thoghts be. And courage finding no tongue. Purposeless poetry. What does she mean? What does she feel? The confused heart sighs. All I am births all I can be. And I ask... Where did she go? The pain returns. And I prepare for the lonely night. Solitude once more. A saturated pillow of foolishness. .