see, i'm not that great at poetry
it's not that i can't rhyme.
i can, quite easily.
my problem, no my crime,
is that i don't want to get too mushy
(i need a thing to rhyme with; the land before time.)
i have had my share of love, and sadness
enough to write a book
i'm not inexperienced, i've had my first kiss
but there are things i don't want to bring out of their nook.
things that could stay hidden forever, i wish.
my feelings will probably come out as gobbledygook.
but i will try.
we will see
it'll probably end up with many saying, "oh my."
but i will let my work grow, like a tree.
so, please do not yet say goodbye.
i will put some feelings into my poetry.
