iFallenLeaf

Dear reader,Sure, my words could be poetic Lyrical, flowing, or elegant But I prefer to let myself go instead - So I write from the heartAnd you know what? My heart isn't pretty It beats erratically Off-tempo, off-rhythm Just like my poetryI try to fit in I really do I try to squish my words Into those cookie-cutters of literature They may have been laid out for me But they weren't made for meI make my own path I draw my own lines So please – When I decide to let go Break down my wall And let you in I beg of you, dear reader To be gentle on my work For I look unto it as I look unto My child, my pet, my prized possessions Would you want oth...