posted on Feb, 13 2014 @ 05:05 PM
My language lingers thou my dear
done thee unjust albeit sincere
so fair enough I must confess
my inner struggle more or less
for poetry is not my thing.
Afresh thou love within my words
although a well of pain endures
I would not taunt and go along
to jabber such in native tongue
since poetry is not my thing.
Thou seest my lacking so I guess
that thy art incomplete alike
or art thou good a friend and thus
believing firm applaud thy must
Whilst poetry is not my thing
I gun for thee and pray to win.