A Writers Confession

My'¦ My how the time just flies
When the writer puts ink to the paper
I wish I could better condense and taper
to speak of realties, truths, thoughts and maybe throw in some lies
I don't mean to criticize its all just expressions
I dear did I say that? These are a few my writing obsessed confessions
Bless me Dear Readers for I have sinned '¦
I confess I know not how to put down the pen
I prayed to not have writers block
and now I am possessed to put on this paper words that express, write, and talk.
Don't dare come into my life or it may be you that inspires me to write.
All it takes is a little of your love, special, or quirky way to inspire my writing plight
I will try with all my might to get it so very right.
I may embellish to bring a better light to capture a reader's bite
Some may well then what is real?
Follow your heart and your heart will feel,
Otherwise if you could please stamp it a fantasies delight
This label would be considered so very polite
I cannot take a penance or really say an act of contrition
What I really want is my obssession to come to full fruition


For these and all the sins that I want to still remember, and all the sins of my past life

Thank Reader,
K


Second version with NOODLES help** I like it

How the time just flies
When the writer puts ink
To paper
I wish I could better condense
And taper
To speak of realties
Of truths
Of thoughts
And maybe throw in some lies
I don't mean to criticize
Its all just expressions
Oh dear - did I say that?
This is just my writing
My obsessed confessions
Dear reader...
I have sinned
I know not how to put down the pen
I prayed
To not have writers block
And now I am possessed
To put on this paper
Words that express
Write
Talk
Don't dare
Come into my life...
It may be you that inspires me to write again
All it takes
Is a little of your love, special, or quirky way
To inspire
My writing plight
I will try
With all my might
To get it right again
Just to bring a better light
And still
Some may wonder
What is real?
What is fiction?
So lost to this world
I pray
Follow your heart and your heart will feel
But please...
If you could stamp it
A fantasy's delight
This label, so polite
This one thing I must say
I cannot repent becuase I know, no other way
K


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