Dear Reader

Well it seems to me,
like I'm always writing
somebody else's lovesong.

It happens to be,
that I capture my heart
for someone else's pleasure.

I never did try,
to be anything less
when I'm nothing more than me.

I shoot for the moon,
then describe how it feels
to be me as I'm falling.

I write her the words,
if she read she'd believe
the wonderful things you say.

If only for me,
all the things that I see
get better when viewed with thought.