If a poem was like scrabble
I would surely lose
With many letters to pick
But no words to choose  

A seven letter word doesn't sum up what I feel
All the points I rack up is not what I need  

Scrabble is game where everyone can play
A game of words, a game to slay
But not for me...

Seven letter words are not enough for me  
To form the words I want to say  

The patterns on, a scrabble board is what you ever see
Ever changing, ever ending, ever feeling
the emotions of me