As I write this poem
I think not of the rhyme
but the feelings that flow
this moment in time
As I write this poem
I think not of the words
but of the emotions inside me
that need to be heard
As I write this poem
I think not of the form
but of the times I have loved
and the times I have mourned
As I write this poem
I think not of the style
but the wonder of this world
and the innocence of a child
As I write this poem
I think not of the test
but of all the pa**ion inside me
I need to express
As I write this poem
my heart controls my pen
my life becomes a poem
from beginning to end