Therapy
Not on a couch
Spilling my guts
For though my mental state
In question
Would not be well
If I did not tell
That which comes to mind
In the lines that I rhyme
My soul is scribbled here
And I speak without fear
Gratitude for the appreciation
Of my words dissemination
Until my next session
I want not for regression.
© Bard_poet77
Spilling my guts
For though my mental state
In question
Would not be well
If I did not tell
That which comes to mind
In the lines that I rhyme
My soul is scribbled here
And I speak without fear
Gratitude for the appreciation
Of my words dissemination
Until my next session
I want not for regression.
© Bard_poet77