This is a sound roar of my regret composed song
Punctuated by jots of self loath with no end
Stringing together broken feelings never expressed
Yearning for this passion to flow down a slop of your warmth
Though fueled with a strong desire for compassion
And powered by the great need for presence
Utterances never roll easy to this tongue of mine

These are the rhythms of a sad heart beating
A heart that grows fonder, still yearning that feeling
A feeling for effect, creating my sad sounding story
A perfect story, marred by a bundle of diffidence
All I throw is satire, the irony makes it bearable
But the song is more, b'coz the heart wants much more
And to say it my tongue just simply rolls over.