I am not good at making a poem,
To tell that I'm broken
To let people go
To tired to stay

I am not good at making a poem,
For being left
For getting unwanted wish
For all this melancholic drama

I am not good at making a poem,
To think alone
To remind the memories
To live my new life

I am not good at making a poem,
For crying
For faking the smile
For loving

I am not good at making a poem,
This is not a poem
This is an expression feeling

I find it strange despite the time
all these nights I still think of you

still wishing you were mine
but just with one thing different maybe two

I picture how well my body fit with yours
as you're probably finding how well it fits with all the others

I wasted time pondering behind closed doors
whilst my mind and soul were smothered

I don't really need to be  bothered
the alcohol numbs me enough to settle the score

As I lay dozing in my bed,
I write poetry in my head.
Playing the page with well-worked words,
A mix of adjectives and verbs,
My Voice it resonates with musical sounds
And my imagination knows no bounds.

I like that!
I declare,
So soon I’m rushing down the stairs
To grab my pad.
Scribbling it all down
Did I forget to mention noun?

Forgetting words is just the pits:
That sends me into raging fits.
I’m on my laptop soon enough
To add more verses, off the cuff.

Microsoft Word becomes my home
As now I’m really in the zone.
I just can’t stop myself from doing this I know:
All I can do is let it go.

Paul Butters

Listen before judging
Think twice before acting
Seek evidence before believing
'Coz it's hard to live life regretting.