Warning

A warning for my writing

unsure of where to start,

She won't always be pretty

Your perfect piece of art.

Her lines won't make you happy

Her words will scream distress,

Each stanza won't be promising

Unlike all of the rest.

The words will move painfully

A mind all on its own,

There is no lovely kingdom

Just a jester all alone.

Thoughts are always dancing

A million crying stars,

Each phrase they crash right out you see

A pile up of cars.

A warning for my writing

I am a broken heart,

My soul she writes heavily

She has all from the start