The Pull.

I guess I haven’t talked about myself much
I guess I could start now
Guess I could open up a window
Let myself figure out how
I’m going to get some air to breathe
How I’m going to quiet my heartbeat fluttering
How I will ignore the seethe
Of affection rising to the surface
The ceaseless ascension of hope
The unrelenting promise
Of tomorrow
And the next day
When I can borrow
A few more moments
When I can steal these small pieces in time
And I’m a thief who frequents
Your heart-stealing
Your thoughts
Reeling
From your every waking move
Every song you sing
Every time you just prove
Some other reason
That I should keep trying
I think it’s the changing of the seasons
This guitar I’m playing
Plucking these strings
Learning the song that you’re singing
And you’re nervous and blushing
I’m holding back
I’m smiling and gushing 
Cause you make my heart feel full
If love is music and music is love
How could you not feel the pull?

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