Un-Cheesy Poem

I stopped myself from writing a cheesy poem, I stopped myself and held still like a stone. Thoughts of lost love and distant memories I stopped myself before I wasted my mind's calories It sickens me that I've sunk so low in my conquest To live a life different and put old me to rest. For I've risen and I've fallen to get up once again And still haven't given up, not now not then. On this one I dispose of the cheddar and matzarella For I've lost the melody of my life - welcome acappella. I stopped myself from writing about her, The same one who caused turmoil - a stir. I stopped myself from writing a cheesy self-degrading narrative One that would impose something rather declaritive About how we could've worked but external forces, Forced this commemoration to end its courses. And so I stopped myself without shedding a tear One that if dropped the whole universe would hear. Torn from reality I live and breathe the abstract, In all that is, I look for useful knowledge to extract. So life give me guidance and give me peace Give me all I request, give me a new release.