staid

Through this guilt I cannot manage to encounter preferences of  thy heart.
The sweet candy only looked upon as a curse I must bare.
Drenched in thoughts, imbrued in words,
Only spoken to shatter transparent effigy.
Gelidity rising within, suffocating the warmth of my soul.
And with a single beam thru his lips,
Opportunity has presented itself on the silver platter I languish my sins upon.
Not one but, many I am after,
Not you but the others I need.
Craving the desire yet trailing to be chased,
All, itching the appetency recrudesced.
No heart is my talent, all hearts is my curse.