Gravity** (Inspired by the music of Miguel)
“The way you pull me, you move me…”

Isn’t it interesting just how strange life is?
so many variables can influence the outcome
we all have a path to follow I guess we just need to discover where that path lies…
living without vision of a future is frightening
honestly, I need to have a tendency to try new things
because if not, I’ll lead life with no means to develop and grow
I shook because I feared the loss of it all
overtime she became important to me
I will not deny that…
I got too comfortable, I admit that ****** up once or twice
but pessimism was my downfall.
the same happens with poetry
no matter how many times I’m told
how good I might be,
the minute I step on stage,
and the light hits my face
I lose all confidence in my speech
my head falls down and stays glued to my feet
and just for a moment I feel the defeat
till voices in the crowd stand out
cheering me on, picking me up
my voice a little raspy
my legs a little shaky
I take a deep breath,
and slowly regain my composure
until I’m starting to speak those words
encrypted with stories I like to tell
or related to stories I might’ve heard
I hear nothing but them,
lost in my head, remembering the rhythm
remembering the feeling of how my pen formed every curve that created these rhymes
and in no time I find
there they are no longer any words to speak
no more hidden courage to reach
all that remains is the lesson I sought to breech into my thoughts
and become a teaching that I preach
so I hope that these words leech to the meek
or whoever was looking for some substance in this content
all this derived from the melody of gravity on continuous repeat
my heart and this beat
flow together oh so harmoniously
I suppose that might be why
Poetry and music seem to make so much sense to me…

EXTRA:
Our eyes meet,
My hands grasp at your hips
A kiss to your cheek
and I bit you a good evening sweetheart
Before I met you
Too little too late,
I won’t forget you…