A Love For Writing
It's raining outside as I sit in my chair
writing this blog and getting nowhere.
My mind full of thoughts I can't put into words.
when I read what I write, I start feeling like a nerd.
So, I go back to reading what other poets write
and I enjoy the time I spend on these sights.
And then something comes to mind, and I will try again,
but my question right now is, where to begin.
I think I will just quit and give it a rest.
If I write when I'm rested, I will give it my best.
I'll write a new poem and the words will just flow
and everyone will read it and to the top it will go.
writing this blog and getting nowhere.
My mind full of thoughts I can't put into words.
when I read what I write, I start feeling like a nerd.
So, I go back to reading what other poets write
and I enjoy the time I spend on these sights.
And then something comes to mind, and I will try again,
but my question right now is, where to begin.
I think I will just quit and give it a rest.
If I write when I'm rested, I will give it my best.
I'll write a new poem and the words will just flow
and everyone will read it and to the top it will go.
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