The words flow best,
In the places you won't go.
Each dip in the brain,
Places in your mind where it rains.

I can't fault you,
These things bring great pain.
But if you wish to make music,
Which I know you do,
You need to.

Before marriage
"I won't make you suffer!"

With Love

After Marriage
"I'm sorry for making you suffer..."

I try to walk the Earth,
Yet, I'm impeded.
The planet's rotation,
Keeps me pacing.
Each good memory keeps on replacing,
With something worse,
Plus a better, yet, imagined one.

Pity me,
Pity me not.
A simple game,
Is all I've got.

Will you find woe in my struggle?
Or is everything I juggle,
Part of normal life for a muggle.

Where's the magic I've heard of,
Silent midnights full of love,
A siren's seductive song.

Searching for it,
I end up crashing,
Shored upon the rocks.