The words come to mind
Flowing down to pen out on to paper,
Many will say I'm a poet,
I'm sorry I disagree.
I'm just a person who sorting out my thoughts.
My thoughts come and go
Some rhyme, some do not
Some will make you cry,
Some will make you laugh,
Some will even make you wonder why.
No matter how or what, when you do
Will come to end of the each my thoughts.
You will know how and why.
Most importantly it was honestly and
Thoughtfully crafted through.
For I wouldn't know any other way.
Some would call me a poet
For the way my words a jotted down,
Upon with pen and paper
I truly would have to disagree.
I am just a person who is
Writing their thoughts down
From their heart that leaks down
Sometimes it comes from my eyes.
Which may make them trail down yours.
Does that make me a poet?
Some will say it does,
For I have to disagree,
For I'm just a person who is
Just jotting down their thoughts.
©vicki
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