I'M Going To Write You a Love Song

Not by request Not even my best, Hoping you'll just select a poem With no sense in the title... No clue in the first line That it is divine. Pick one at random, Perhaps previously ignored By those who do not tarry... Without songs or rainbows No butterflies and no lies. Only words needing to express The current stress of my life At this particular moment, Sent out in poetic line To be classified as good, bad or Indifferent... Browse here, through my pages Of verse Not rehearsed... Tell me what you think or not But Ive got to move on now To the next twist and turn Of thoughts Wrought By circumstances beyond my control My bold mind running free. Cynthia