'Promiscuous'

         "Promiscuous" -(A Poem I wrote a few years back)

"I Forgot How To Write A Poem......."


Okay, I can't  remember how to write poetry,
but I'm uncommonly focusing to give you, as my proofreader, the best of me.

And here I am again just like all the rest whom are available and attendant no more than for the 2nd guess.

Yet I have the tendency to contemplate it more and less.

Outside of my mind you wouldn't know how I got in so fast.  
When I'm writing and it feels just like I'm meeting you only for you to leave my presence in your past.

A perfect example would be your guess of how long this unforgettable poem will last.
However, still having the thought that I, the writer, am merely an non-writing, ordinary outcast.


Making good on my promise to myself, through progression I can see my results unfolding to become an opinion given from someone else...........
Although, as my conscious speaks to me it feels as though my skills are easily being robbed away by an consistent theft.

Though you may have come to realize this as an inconsiderate poem with feelings never felt,        
                                ...nevertheless...
I am constantly wondering if it's still seeming that insignificant to you without all the proofreading help.

As I said before 'I forgot how to write a poetry' which took boldness to confess, so you would be wise to remember that, nothing more, nothing less.
                             ........or unless..........
your memory of it altogether makes you feel as if you were in fact only referring yourself.