I've posted 99 poems and I'm not done
as the days go by I'm penning even more
releasing these emotions on the page
my pen flows effortlessly
describing a range of experiences
in some way or another you can relate
i was born to create poetry
it flows through my veins
if you cut me
words will come running out
i can spend all day writing working on multiple pieces at a time
my mind just keeps going
i dream of being published someday
i have countless journals of sentiments
I've only shared 99 with you and I'm not through
just yet