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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