revel
and follow
falling
stuck on this reel that claims reality

reach,
grope
for thoughts just out of grasp
between a guitar and a pen
arbitrarily scratching a paper,
between hearts never to weave,
hoilding hands with a mentality that is
a string
of poetry

desire,
aspire;
hopeless aspirations flooded with all hopefulness
and playful with possibility.
tossing, turning,
playing with a fragile heart.

you watch my pen fly across this paper in lustful curiosity,
but i'll never let you read it
for i am ashamed of the spontanaiety
of my butterfly heart.