Nothing I have said before,
Could be proven as fact,
Opinions only, nothing more,
Just things my heart and soul pour,
Once in awhile I'm lucky,
And since can be made of what's read,
Feelings that inside me once said,
Come out the same as in my head,
Some give me answers along the way,
As though I myself wasn't the poet,
Not having the perspective I relay,
Writing knowledge even before I know it,
So greatful to possess such a skill,
That can harm as much as can heal,
Expression of these things I feel,
May not be fact but still speak real.
©justin_ur
J