No poet i am,
yet script i do ,
that words that i do not speak ,
nor mind may too,
just heart so lousy it is,
yet all it says is true,
bitter at times and sweeter than most,
what love had given me to,
but when turned it did ,
so life away,
that mind itself never knew,
i do not know of what i speak ,
i stand unconcious as i preach,
still i say no poet i am,
just my heart is there to speak.
