Love, I've often heard, can change like the seasons.
Many times people can't find solid reasons.
But my heart does not ache at a change in someone's affections.
All energy goes toward making textual corrections.
My love, I've often heard, referring to a lady in song.
Could my first interpretation of that one word be so wrong?
I pull my headphones down and stare at my phone screen.
Could I solve the mystery if I were more keen?
"How I love this love" sits pretty on the lyric display.
Sometimes, I dream about never flipping words in this way.
What do you associate with each word that you speak?
With effort, you can make a psychological tweak.
If you choose to hear words in a different way,
You may eventually have a strange Wednesday,
Where words turn sentences' complex meanings around.
And nothing's the same in comprehensive breakdown.
It can change your thought-process to a degree,
And for the stress, I am in need of green tea.
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Grains of Graphite Book 1
PoetryGrains of Graphite is a North American poetry collection focusing on a wide range of emotions, many of which are intimate.
