Just walked out on my one true love.
Not quite sure why?
Just had so many things on my mind.
Other things began to occupy my life and I felt like I was living a lie.
I heard the sounds, tickling my ears, attempting to form words.
Hearing the beat line up with my heart.
Absent all skills but hooked on the art.
Can’t stay away, had to come out and play in the field of letters.
Build a few words, line upon line.
Till the sentences produced words that rhyme.
Coming together, the creation of poetry, the mad love affair between letters and me.
I just love to play the field.