Discontented Heart Attack

 

What I want, I can’t grasp,
Even with one touch or

A glance…so why does

My heart keep on going

With these useless thoughts

In my head, taking ultimate

Control of everything that I yearn for,
Haunting my eyes every time

I want to take a chance to say a word.

So let my fate take its toll;

This life of mine is still fresh and new.

Author's Note

This is another poem that came to me while I was listening to I Miss You by Blink 182. I don't think the title totally makes much sense, but whatever. Xp

And meh, this is a short poem.