I found myself
in song
tip toeing
on notes
bridged by lines
of memories
connected...  

I move with the eye
as it reads them
strums them
brings them to reality
and all I seem to be
doing to going
forward

Sometimes stepping
on familiar notes
"that's the chorus"
my mind says
"you know these steps like the back
of your hand"

and others
I find myself catching up
with the new tempo
as I spread my arms
to find my
new
balance

Sometimes
I look outside and watch the rising sun
not for any particular reason
just for fun

Sometimes
I go to the kitchen and start to dance
not with anyone else
just myself and the pans

Sometimes
I cry until the oceans are dry
not because of someone else
just for the others who die

Sometimes
I get so mad I just want to go fight
not to inflict pain on anyone
but because some do to cause fright

Sometimes
I try too hard to find love
not because i'm desperate
but I don't always feel it from above

Sometimes
I don't see the truth in front of me
not because It's not there
but because I choose not to see.

A writer in love....
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Note: for the poem above, ask the lover