The English Classroom


Blood vessels of the heart snipped

Maze tracing the end of the core

A synapse’s lust is suddenly flipped

A sour whimper is the mind’s flaw

Tears, droplets of the love crazed

A desperate plea forever more

The vague expression of the dazed

Lips stretched for eternal hope

The dimple pinch upon the gazed

Although the mind attempts to cope

Each memory refuses to keel

The muscles and thoughts begin to mope

When the heart has sunk, it refuses to heal

Torn petals from the mind turn to dust

The craving begins, the craving to feel

And the urges morph into bitter lust

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: