Words Written For Us

With a cigarette I do write Poetry is my choice Of expression I think down words Onto paper then I puff On a rolled cigarette I don't always rhyme Thus maybe it is prose And when i use rhymes They arent always tight As this my expression Of the my world Written down to share Hope to gain a sense Of your familiarity As if these were your Words being written Down on this paper Before us Spoken out through Our mouth from Reading with our mind