3.24.2001
(but i just now found it)
If it wasn't
for your silly stories
I'd probably
never have written my first line
Or composed my
first rhyme
That lead to
everything my pen now brings
But, what
strikes me as strange
Is that I
can't tell
Where it has
brought me
Where has it
brought me?
So far from
where I started that I could use the same line
It's a million
times over in my head
Repeated daily
It's so
strange that I'm left
My first
thought will be my last
And what
happens in the middle
The middle is
all for fun
So run your
races and spell your rhymes
Remember the
times that deserve to be remembered times
And never call
golden opportunities
Less than they were
If only you
had acted
Reacted a
little faster
If I had acted
a little faster
I could have
changed everything
With one word
In print or breath
It's all the
same when you get down to it
Poems just say
What we can't
express with any less words
And they cover
up our emotions
And put us on
the table
To be opened
like a well read book
I don't know
if I want to be read like a book
Because it
scares me
If you knew my thoughts
You'd never
think the same of me again
And you
wouldn't have gotten so personal
Because I
remembered everything
Every word you
ever said
You ever spoke
to me
If it wasn't
for those words I wouldn't be
What I am today
And I would
have never written a single thing