In B flat

Because you knocked
me down.

You played my heart
strings pizzicato:

Whenever I kiss you
or you I we leave
strings like invisible
spider silk.

Which are really
stretchy; you over
in the land of mini
skirts and football
fight songs.

Me in the land of
fog and rough roads
and cool looking
echinoderms in cold
waters.

Every time I miss
you I feel like I’ve
been tripping over
these strings.

Which lead to
you eventually.

_{for LL}

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