What is my talent the room awaits in wonder?
Not knowing the talent of which I am about to awake from its slumber
While everyone knows I play music and sing
Sometimes tell a joke or two because let’s face it I’m good for a few laughs but that’s not the thing
The thing I’m about to unleash here is from the deepest side of me
If you couldn't tell by now you will soon come to know it
That the man you see before you is an “in the closet poet”
Afraid to come out and slightly ashamed
Because I can’t write anything more beautiful than “what’s in a name”
I write poems

I write poems of love and the loves I’ve lost
Because love is worth it at any cost
It is the beauty that resonates deep from within our souls
Like a brilliant diamond that started from a lump of coal
Let’s face it everyone who thinks they know me has read me from cover to cover
Literally from front to back without even opening the book not even a crack
I was too afraid to let you in to let you see my world
Hiding in the closet like a scared little girl
But here I stand I’m not ashamed anymore
I write poems.