What do I know of desire.
Of the sweet nectar that dribbles from a wanting heart.
What do I know of fulfillment.
Of the sweet balm that soothes an aching heart.
All that I know is of rejection.
Kindness like a delicate butterfly pulled apart.

Oh the sorrow of the soul.
The need that inside of me grows  
That I may do more than awkwardly stare.
That I may be more than I would hope to dare.

But it is not meant to be.
For I am not a star to hope to twinkle in the night sky.
These chains that hold me down
Like a vindictive enemy force me to see
All that I would hope to be

So my honey so sweet turns sour on the tongue
My ache grows larger, the scar becoming ever long  
And as I try to reach, try to be try to assuage this need.
I parade like a clown, laughed at never to be taken seriously.

So what is desire to me.
Viper I call you for what you truly are.
for the venom you sink into me with each bite
poisons my soul such that I dare to hope.
But there is nothing there left to catch me.  
So I fall into disappointments miserable sea.