Crumbled papers scattered on my floor
Writing two words and replacing them with three more
Calluses on my fingers from clutching my pen
Sayin to my self tell him how and when
Writing is my thing...whats going on here
The feeling is here but the words aren't near
I want to write you the most beautiful love poem
But the problem is I don't have the words
There are none
Not one word to describe how I feel
I love you.....



-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyright 2016