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What To Do With Yourself
She was so in love
She said she didn’t know
What to do with herself,
Love is good and love is
Crazy isn’t it?
You know, when the
Hormones and the chemicals
Are raging and there’s
Almost a death wish
To be consumed by it all,
Then the mind kicks in
And one remembers,
Sometimes remembers,
That the burn cools and
You find yourself walking
In the rain wondering,
Why in the hell did I do that,
As I ran my fingertips over
Her letter, her picture,
I kept thinking, that’s poetry,
Strangers and poetry,
Strangers and lovers,
Lovers and poetry,
So good, so crazy
You don’t know what
To do with yourself.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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