rambling scrambling

I'm writing this with my whole love in my heart
I'm sweating here with fear of not able to express
To fall in love is the same as opening your heart
to unexplored experience
To hate is to cringe besides your bed and regretting
the aftertaste that you had impatiently implored
What with the sweet talks and promises
when reality is far away
Not everything in this world is sweet or bitter
The boundary never explicitly have existed before
Its creation was manifested
From judging hearts and extreme temperaments
So sing when you're writing
so you can drift away from your initial thoughts
and sway into a dreamy state
leaving your senses to its basic usage
The warmth of my heart transfixed to my pores
Reliving sweat streaming down my forehead
My eyes are halfly closed
as I see the apparent shadow of my fingers
distracting my view while penning this words
impermenance of life limited by space and tim