Rhymes

I wanted to get back to my roots
And write a short story
But it ended up a poem
Again.

And I'm not sure why
I always had the tendency
To put my thoughts on a scrap of paper
And not care what others think.

Wait.
That doesn't rhyme.
But neither does this
And here I am
Doing it all over again

Not caring what others will say
But you are the ones reading this, not me.
So I guess I do care a bit
You see...

I made that rhyme for you
As I, once again
Bow in the dirt
Seeking your approval

And it makes me think about
All the people I give my approval to
They don't ask for it
So I won't ask you.

Fuck, I just did it again....

Cicmila