How MY Heart Races When I'm Missing You
My heart is a roving racer with out normal wheels
Just a lumpy oval pumper
spouting notes of life outloud
read quickly out to you
It runs on fuel known only to a few
(like maybe two or something)
It never ever tires as I have said before
it never wilts from the quest
of searching after you
It knows a way of winning
not seen by other cars
(there should be an "E" before the "S" above)
No other cares can compare
with my racing care of you
I know I'll win ...I know I'll win
if even by the nose
The clock is always ticking
The line is always up ahead
There'll come a moment...near the end
where we know this thing must close...(the poem...not...the other)
IN that moment I want to say
You feel more and more like more than "just a friend"
I hate the tidy trite ending...so lets try
I hope this things not quite as racy as at first it shows
Let's just keep looking for the finish line
(tell the Ruskies "our nation grows)
And then they always keep moving the finish line don't they? so a single race could last..for years. :)
very interesting and touchy poem. take care. see some of my poems.