My Own Beat

The rhyme is in my heart, The beats in my mind, As I go over the words, Time and time again, As i spill them out on the computer screen, I know this writing is made for me, It's what i do, It's what I say, It's what I feel, Sometimes what I push away, It doesn't always make sense, But it's OK, I understand the meaning between the words, As i tap, tap on my keyboard, Poetry forms, Short but simple, Is how it comes, The rhyme is in my heart, The beats in my mind, Slowly making poetry. Slowly becoming mine. Emotions without reasons... Is my excuse. As i type it on the computer screen.