Poem

... this is all true... at least for this one

These words flow out

My pen loses ink

My hand will not stop

My brain comands it to write

I know what i should be doing

And i know it isn't this

But i can't seem to stop

My mind frantically raceing

Blocking out the world

Trying to find words to say how i feel

But I barly get them out

my hand moves quickly

No time for  spell check

I try not to get cought

As i think it i add it

And thats all there is to it

 

Another poem is born

Author's Note

ignore mistakes...

Reviews

[Lexy]

LOVE the spelling comment ;-)