Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Cryptocity is a Word Unto Itself

How can you know
A feeling is genuine?
How do you know
That it's real?

What do you make
Of a first impression?
And how do you keep
The heart still?

A wandering organ
To put it quite crassly;
A vessel of blood
Very wild.

It does what it wills
And never obeys me
A bastardised son:
My brain child.