WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?
He’s either a Cancer, a Capricorn or a Scorpio
Maybe just a sociopath
He’s a different sort of guy who
Perfectly jells with your alter ego’s abilities
He acts as though they have a spell upon each other
People in love
He’s a doctor or a lawyer, a newspaper man
A news feature writer, a painter
His words are smooth
Easy to see he’s telling the truth
Handsome, winsome,
Irresistible, he’s made for you and me
Irresistible, he’s made for you and me
PHOTO OF THE CHILD YOU WERE
I see the
little boy inside your eyes
Hidden away
from prying eyes
Longing to
be freed
A little boy
hurt inside
Longing for
a pinned on Sherriff’s star
You want to
get back to where you used to be
To your red
knit hoodie
Your
favorite to wear as a little boy
Soft brown
eyes shine through
The
dichotomy of your discontent
Sherriff’s
pin emblazoned
on your little
boy’s red hoodie
The he you
see isn’t the he inside
I AM THE MUSIC IN ME
Everyday I reinvent
Myself to discover who I am
I used to be somebody
Now I’m someone else
Lost inside my own mind
I’m coming through
Got a message in a bottle
I knit, crochet, & do macramé,
I nurture cats, plants, people, and money
I don’t play music to create
My heart beats with the music in me
