Poetry

Clumsy

I caught myself today,

caught in a strange predicament,

a strange predicament of old feelings,

old feelings that felt new,

new things on my mind,

my mind on my heart,

my heart trying not to stumble,

to stumble down familiar paths,

paths often taken,

taken with no regard for reason,

reason held captive to longing,

longing to tread new paths,

paths I’ve stumbled on before,

before I could stand up

I up and started falling,

falling for you

 

 

 

 

 


Not sure how familiar “I up” is but I have heard it and used it more times than is probably normal or necessary. It is definitely colloquial.

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