My heart is not a spark plug

That I can turn off at will
Your voice is still making me chill
But am I for you just a lost dog?

My heart is not a spark plug

I’m loving you and you don’t care
I’m mad because it’s not fair
Nothing will do and that’s the bug

My heart is not a spark plug

For you I’ll try everything
You are so fascinating
At my heart-string I feel a tug

My heart is not a spark plug

You’re beautiful like a star
Such grace but you’re too far
More than those girls in Vogue

My heart is not a spark plug

I know you will never love me
You know, a friend I cannot be
Don’t give my memory a jog

My heart is not a spark plug

You treat me like a pervert monk
I’m old, stupid and drunk
I’m a short, ugly and fat slug

My heart is not a spark plug

Each time I see you it hurts
Why do you wear that short skirt
I try to forget you in a liquid drug

My heart is not a spark plug

You always make it worse
When you do it in purpose
In my eyes there’s nothing but fog

My heart is not a spark plug

Or you’re naïve and careless
And you made my life a mess
Reducing me to a wandering rogue

My heart is not a spark plug

You play a game, you’re sensual
Tell me why you’re so cruel?
In your machination, am I only a cog?

My heart is not a spark plug

I really don’t want to get lost
But that’s the best for both of us
Please take me out of your log

My heart is not a spark plug

I can’t stop loving you
I tried but no can do
All I wanted was a least a hug

But my heart is not a spark plug.

Morwajal
1990-11-20

Note: A few months later, another infatuation and another heartache… Ah, the beauty of youth! It is signed again Sejanus and, this time, dedicated “To Z.” This poem does’t follow any form, but it rhymes (sometimes in a quite lazy way) and could also probably be the lyrics of some song. There would be no poetry if everyone was happy all the time! It is almost funny… However, even if the memory is hurtful (some great moments, an embarrassing puppy love and some dark times) I like this poem.

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