It pays to write

It doesn't to steal

It hurts to love

It doesn't to feel

I follow you

If you follow me

It's weird this feeling

Yet not the meaning

I need to talk

Yet I listen

I want to be held

I want to be kissing

Up down, sidewards

Forwards and back

You are the soul

That I do lack

Music is a sound

Noise is a tune

I will string your cords

When I look at you

If you follow me

I will follow you

By Siobhan Austen

Date 7th February 2008