As my fingers trace the keyboard,
searching,
Lurking for that perfect word.
It dawns on me,
I need not search nor ponder the words you desire.
It was carelessness in those words,
my true self that made its way to your eyes.
And put myself in a view that needed no disguise.
You wonder who I truly am,
if the words you read are placed gently upon your screen.
But what you read is what you get,
and I know I'll never regret.
For I am me, in all my self proclaimed glory.
And love myself, no need to make up a story.
So accept me as I am,
And you too will never regret,
The friend you have made,
And times you won't forget.