My Word Play

Here I stamp these words of mine, free styling another rhyme. Attempts with you to converse, there it goes- was just one verse! For the second- words of truth, once was great when at my youth. Always wrote; enjoyed it so, sometimes words are hard to flow. T'is the third and more to come, must stop counting; not a sum. Sort of like a song that's sung, letting go of one I clung. The best singer- I am not, for lyrics sung-I forgot. A tune inside? Yes, I guess- inside I sing with such zest. Scale going up in pitch, out of water is the fish- wishy washy row by row, engine on so I will go... Buckle up and you take heed- poetry is what you need. Tired already- must take rest, leave a comment; be my guest.