These poems are my only way
To express my feelings everyday
As I sit here and start to write
Everything else goes out of sight
Paper seems to be the only one to care
To tell my friends these things I would never dare
Humor, love, past, family, and friends
The papers' time seems to have no ends
I write once in a while to waste the time
Just sitting here trying to find the right rhyme
It might just sound a little lame
Not all of my poems have a name
I seem to write best when no ones around
I am distracted by a little sound
Words happen to come all day long
Like they are just a well known song
I do like this passion of mine
Sending me a sign after sign
I like to write once a day
It is what I do; what I say
