I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my intellect challenges me

To quote my heart's desire 

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my feelings form words

To describe them as harsh swords

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my thoughts are raw

To lessen a bit of my sorrow

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my emotions are murky

To vent out the clouds that are smoky

But I am no poet my dear 

Sometimes my sentiments are lucid

To erase the sore that are acid

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my heart just vocalizes

To nurse the hurt that scandalizes

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my senses voice 

To degrade the loathe and have my choice

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my soul inks away

To record the vibes in its full sway

But I am no poet my dear

Words and byword mumble

Into a meaningful rumble

But I am no poet my dear