Poetry My Thing

You raised questions So I had to tell you this,

whenever I pick a pen I write with ink,

when I choose a pencil I don't blink,

want to see the choice I don't  think

at all the lines never go out of sync,

just like a  love song I make the lyrics

everywhere some say it is something we sing,

no! we flow with the words just like a child on a swing,

as for poetry; to us the words are ladies we flirt,

fine lines they will always sound sweet,

maybe a lady is the one telling this,

replace the context so it may fit,

Your thing.

I wrote this in a rush it is so shoddy,

take it you don have to copy,

I do It often call it a hobby.