There Are Days

There are days your heart feels rotten to the core And you want to blot out your parched teary eyes That—only bleeds internally inside these dark skies. Heart drumming lip-syncs missing a beat—sore! There are nights with duct tape I want to bind- It to a chair, question every fault. And eventually, free it from its dim vault Join you, you love & feel less self-maligned. Join the rest of humankind, but I'm not… 'Fairweather friends' … come & go as you, please. But love, forgive my idiosyncrasies Why, because nothing lasts - everything-a-rot 'Stay a little while longer; so I might change That I might, once again discover my old heart Or should I say boyhood heart, another counterpart I would give to you, love outspoken unfeigned'.