An ache

An ache,

tossed and twisted,

of reason unknown,

touches me every now and then,

but whenever I look into it,

it fakes, it smiles and then settles.

An ache,

jewelled and lured,

of desires unknown,

touches me every other night,

but the moment the lightning strikes,

it fakes, it smiles and then settles.

An ache,

punned and salted,

of fears unknown,

touches me in the crowd,

but the moment I feel detached,

it fakes, it smiles and then settles.