Dear blog,
Sometimes, you can bring out the worst in me;
Sometimes, my thoughts feel lonelier
when written down.
And I keep wishing
I could at least be talented enough
to put it into rhyme
and rythm
and make a song.
But for now
I guess I'll have to settle for
prose
and the lyrics
of songs
of other artists.
It's funny, isn't it?
How our hearts
tune in to the sound
of another person's art,
sometimes controlling
our moods, emotions,
and movements.
"2 AM and I'm still awake writing a song
If I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me
