Should my heart suddenly explode
and cease it’s earthly needs,
and being stubborn leave for me
a few moments passing to reflect,
I’d like to think that I’d be strong
and tell you my deepest secrets,
for time would have all but run-up
and seeking solace from your sweetness,
and at that moment of overflow
would I have the strength to cry,
to tell you that I never stopped
my love for you, I just couldn’t
bare to say it aloud for fear
you would see me for what I am,
a dried up, washed up idiot.
© J.P.V.
