I love you

I think of you

I need you

I love you

On and on my mind goes on about the words I wish to jot down

Everyday it gets crazier

Maybe more of an obsession

This should be my profession

I have been spewing words on paper since the fcat in fourth grade

When I realized writing was the talent I held on to it

But life happens

should have paid more attention back then

So true

But I do not care

With all of our imperfections writing is still my boo

These words will be written

They will be heard

I believe in my love

 

I will post the audio for this poem on TUESDAYShttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYyOxIQYsB7vVgGL1WtYlzg/