.... Poem by john wake

Muttering matters
But am clattered
A mess, stress
Heart hit’s a bump,
A wall, tall lump

Discretion dictates the brain.
Facts finding, fitting feelings
Loves the loser, blood drains
And the heart hitting hills,
Mountains.
A routing it maintains.

So silly feuds feed
The war raging
Fills fuels in the flame
And my heart and brain, battle till one leads
And daggers digging
Till one takes the blame.

But your style sparks
Flares that fall
As your smile rise,
Reeling, raking me in
Brain and heart fall,
Chest beating, Head conquered
Everything a bliss,
At the sight of you. Miss.