I rule the kingdom of missing beats
They are discovered late like John Keats
I am aware I am thought a fool,
yet, I do assure, I am no tool
Yes, I am carried by ice cold feet
It is true, I just can't stand the heat
My impulse tells me to rock the boat
though I always lapse to stay afloat
I simply like for life to be neat
As I want for myself, I do treat
I find it difficult to stay calm
I pick my skin over every qualm
Inside my mind I have always dwelled,
my fear of closeness keeping me celled
I cannot trust until I feel love
around my heart fitting like a glove
People ask me why I am this way
Stifled, I know not what I can say
I promise I want to touch and hold
But all that I ever feel is cold
Dull, insecure, gullible and sweet
All terms for unattainable meat
I have been called each one without thought
They do not know the battles I have fought
Tolerant and kind are not the same
I am not naive, I know the game
In silence, I wait with my bait
Waiting to reel in the hands of fate
