Vehemence Vs Sentiment

You crawl beneath my timid heart Deploying feeble desires I speak with vivacious eloquence But, I have not changed my reasoning Or, lack there of I dive, head-strongly, into the same folly Dreaming dreams I've halfheartedly dreamed before With vehemence as my blind witness: I stab at the sands, to search for sentiment [The sentiment I had unnervingly hurled into the sea] There is nothing to gain from this redundant Intention Crestfallen, it follows me, with all of my lost chances And, I have Run...out of places to peddle my Love Or, lack there of...