Left Over Words
No one will like what I write
Words I hear my head
Such is my plight
Without a word said
But still I write words
I put them down to be read
Words that crash within my head
Violently moving with no where to go
Such is life of a poet I know
So I write and write down more
My head is hurting and sore
Still I write till the pain goes away
Save leftover words for the next day
Words Flow 