My eyes are glazing, my hearts a racing, my feelings hurt, for what's its worth;
My face still soiled, because I've cried enough tears of turmoil;
My hands still tremble, the love that I gambled, the poems I mumble;
My legs still ache, from the miles I ran, to catch you, when you awake;
My body still yearns, when the
tides turn, the meetings adjourn, my stomach churns;
My life is at stake, cause of my mistake, not the one that I said, but the one I
now take