My Words

Do not Judge me on my looks
I am not an open book
Do not Listen to these words
An language simply unheard

Do not take the time to heed
This simple poetic greed
I am unworthy of your time
These words are not owned or are mine
I write them, type them
So they may free my mind

My words are like the footsteps
Leaving prints in the sand
Soon the wind shall blown
Leaving them gone and forgotten
Like they were never there
Floating into the air

My Words are the verses
Of an unknown
Leaving pain and curses
Just to lay and roam
Do not Judge my on my heart
Nor my personality or my art

This is not art this is pain
This is me winning in a bad game
Do not take heed to this greed
Of some thing never mine.