Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Astigmatism

Do you see the irony
In me saying that I never think
I always follow my heart
Where ever it decides to go
i stalk, waiting in love shadows
It's bitter sweet
That very decision
Because even with its intuition
And damn near Cupid accurate precision
My heart lacks the vision
My mind so persistently chases
I love indiscriminately
Hopelessly wishing my heart, like my mind
Had the patience
But who am I to get in its way
The nerve of me
When I barely speak
Up, when I fall
Sit back and watch
As it jumps again
I told it to watch out for ladies like you
But like love, so is its vision impaired