words stuck to paper
like my thoughts in my mind
i cannot speak what i feel
unless its in the form of a rhyme
the thoughts flow easy
when acompanied by a pen
i just feel like writing
never wanting to end
my pencil dances flowingly
as i write it all down
i write about love and life and sadness
sometimes my fears like mice and clowns
theres so much you can learn
by reading what i write
you would know my deepest secrets
my dreams, my peevs, and my internal fights
for some writing doesnt come easy
but for my its just like pie
i can sit with a pen and paper
and watch the time tick by
i may not be very talented
but it makes my tension cease
since im not all that outspoken
writing it down puts me at ease
most are all the same length
a total of thirtytwo lines
unless its a venting poem,
those take up way more time
til the next time i write again
my thoughts will stay away
hidden in my mental safe
until a better day