When The Words Come Out

When I'm overwhelmed
I desire to satisfy an unestablished tune
To accompany the lyrics in my head
When I see her, gently
I grab her by the neck
Place her body parallel to mine
Before anything else,
She has to be in tune
I pluck the strings to match the sound I want
Play a chord
Strum to the beat of my heart
Then the magic happens,
The words come out.

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