I try to write a poem
but all I hear is music
as I write, the words slip from my colorful mind to the tip of my tongue, I hum

my notepad is full of sparkling notes and tones
ink stains on every goddamn page
I erase
hands longing for piano keys, I hear the bow strokes
every finger on each string, a honey sweet song

girl, come on
let it go, write a poem 

I try to write poetry but it turns into songs 
tell a story, a feeling 
put bleeding hearts on blank paper spaces, embrace it

maybe the only ones who will ever like my poems
can all hear the music

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