It's called:
To Those Whose Works I Love
I find myself uncertain
of all my thoughts expressed
I will strong words from my pen
but end up with a mess
Adoring the works of those
who stand so far above
I dream of skills even close
to those whose works I love
So again and again, I marry my pen
to papers, plain and bare
I write, erase, and continue to chase
the works beyond compare...
I don't want to hear anything lame about how poems don't rhyme anymore either. I can do whatever I want...
2006-07-24
12:59:01
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