Lust for poetry
Lonely years,Written on my face.
Lost without love,
I try to replace.
Taken by her lust,
My choices were bad.
Flowing tears,
Cause times are sad.
Melting in sorrow,
Running low on strife.
My wishful thinking,
Is dreaming of a wife.
Patience is a virtue,
I find not.
Faith and understanding,
Is my plot.
Writing my poetry,
It flows from within.
This is my only love,
I have to win.
"Let go of lust",
Say's the man above.
So now I am faithful,
To my poetry love.
Writing my future,
Passing the time.
All of my poetry,
It has to rhyme.
Symmetrical ways,
Are planted inside.
My poetry tells all,
Nothing to hide.
God! help my ratings,
Nothing means more.
Please give me the highest,
Original Poetry score.
I gave up lust,
No longer a sinner.
All I ask is to be,
A poetry winner.....
By Ron Evans Jr 2010
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