Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

you do this
i do that
and sometimes
it is tit for tat
it isnt all about that
harness the kite strings
fly so high
demonstrate the truth
let go of the lie
does not matter why
yes- sometimes i cry
because
i didnt do this
and you didnt do that
there were things
i could not restore
she sings of love
lost
but today- the doors to my heart flung open
like saloon doors
in the wild west
and i took out my gun
and said' come on hon, let me shoot that apple right off your head'

Love this poem.

funny- that poem wrote itself- kind of thinking i might fix it-