My feet tiptoed when I wanted to tap,
My tongue twisted, when I wanted to rap
I heard screams underlying the ringing bell,
And when I wanted Heaven, I tasted Hell,
Hard to say, my senses deceived, or
My mind, body and soul, couldn't conceive
Am I who I always wanted to be,
Or is this the destination I decided to reach...
My union with you, should've been poetic, but
Look how dry it turned out to be...
-