A Message Sent

I don't care what you see The page is blank to me I await for words to come And flow from me freely. If I try my very best And the words don't come right now I try to concentrate For the words to come somehow. I like my verse to rhyme And to have meaning at the end All I really care about Is the message that I send. If you want to find a title It's at the start or at the end I'll leave it up to you From the message that I send. Brenda Elizabeth Rose