Itsy Bitsy Busy Days

I can't help it, My pen stocked a bit. Words slip in awful mind. But no chance to say it loud. To write each line in rhymes. I will keep on making the same verse. Until I find the proper way. To witness my hands start a stroke. 'Til i fill an empty pad of poems. I will believe in magic and forever. I will see what eyes can't see. I still love who I don't like. I live the way I want to be. Until emptiness filled with silence. I keep eyes closed and listen, To the sounds of rain pour in the ground. Collate all words then give them life. Busy days kill my existence. But I still hold on my pen. Spill the ink , tell what I want. Fill each day of heavenly rhyme.