My writings are so poor
Because each tym l try to direct my pen towards my brain where political chaos reigns,
It leaves me at my heart's doorstep where you reside with all your egotistical summer rains.

My hand is ready to sribble the nation is lost but my ink dilligently spells lm lost without you.
Its a battle on paper as l try to diverge from our love lost tale to scrawl about that recent unorganized shameful coup.

My writings are so poor
Because you have my tenses and rhymes sedated with your soul that l continuously pray for.
Your forgiveness l rampantly weep for,
Your harrowing humour l continually pine for.

Monotonous my writings sound
For l constantly personify you as a deity whose wrath l suffer perpetually from.
As the dictator who has Danton on the guillotine ready to meet his gods.

It is in these rudimentary truths bearing compliance.
That l find myself acceding to my heart's wishes.
Not because l fear losing my readership.
But because l admit, my redactions are richer when you are the muse behind.

My writings are poor
This is poorly penned!!