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Beginnings

A breath sweet like a jazz note on the sax

fresh free flowing without any

break

disillusion

flaws.

I write with eyes shut like a dream

dream of something better than this old life

play a sweet melody for new beginnings

the notes on a page

clean

white

new.

Time to grow up

smash things

damage lovers

learn to lie

manipulate

bruise affections.

Bitter notes break the river of innocence.

Applause.

There are the notes

of my song.

Beginnings seem fresh and new

But every blue night turns to morning,

each note another closer to the end.

Finale.

What a beauteous graduation into the next chapter of the heart.

Lose your soul

not your promises.

I write with no end in sight

without resolution

like jazz.