Watery diarrhea of words

My aching soul found a vent to breathe

It came as unedited crude  form of poems

To you it just resembled watery diarrhea of words

You were touched by my words that is not what I meant

I meant for positivity aimed at some souls

Yes to make them feel they are not alone and priceless

Your sword of criticism made me more strong

It cautioned me words are like helium balloons lost in wind

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and they are like helium balloons...and the best poems can be those ones that just pour out like the old Watery D.
straight from the heart and soul of the writer.