I have all this words jumbled inside my head,
Funny how they only seem to join whilst i'm laying in my bed.
Although tired and trying to rest,
It's when my poems sound thier best.
So i get up and proceed to write,
Eyes straining, the lights to bright.
Yet i put pen to paper and jot down my stuff,
I try to finish the next day, but alas nothing is good enough.
So all these half written pieces scattered about my place,
I can't finish the words my hand began to trace.
Odd little rhymes about all different things,
What can i do with these rhyming strings? |