Revealing Beauty through My Words

Poems are but lyrics, written words that speak a language
Poems are but memories of tragic days that have passed
a story within a story spoken with the flow of a pen
but some times writers block sets in and i feel frustrated within

I drop the pen in rage , and crumble up the paper
what are these but words on a solitary page
I drop the pen and hear it hit the tile floor
no sense of conscience , I start over like before

My thought process scrambled, words boggled in my brain
can't seem to make sense of my rhyme, now stuck here with the pain
this pain of not knowing what words I must choose
is this a 50/50 situation, thats just win or lose

I am but a poet revealing beauty through my words
I am but a writer who writes of what hes heard
I am but an adult releasing my inner child
let my poetic craftiness flow ever so wild

I uncover mysteries of beauty yet untold
I uncover secrets of love that none yet know exist
I uncover the beauty in a lovers first time kiss
and I uncover the seasons of eternal happiness