For The Love Of Writing Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A set way.
I have never understood it.
Not today, not tomorrow.
I prefer what's natural.
Thoughts put straight upon this page.
Free style to an act upon a play.
Maybe I suck, and that is okay.
But you can't force sounds of the heart and soul.
No matter the research, no matter what is thought to be prior art.
You paint your portrait, and I will mine.
Don't try to convince in the preaching of better ways.
Syllables I'm not trying to match, never have been.
Each verse is part of the same story, same entity.
Why do you think I write if not for the love of writing?