Finding the Right Steps

I listen to it because I relate to it,
I relate to it because I wrote it,
I wrote it because I felt it,
I felt it and still feel it everyday,
Time has moved on,
My heart has not,
It still pines for the affections
Of those out of reach…

I constantly find myself wrapped
Around the fingers of someone I feel for,
Yet they don’t wrap me around their fingers,
I wrap myself around them
In an attempt to become part of them,
In an attempt to see into their mind
So I can find out if anything could ever become of us,
In an attempt to avoid potentially fatal landmines…

Stepping in the wrong place could end us…
Writing to get inside is the only way of finding the right steps…