Forced Poetry

Ok, so here it goes,
An attempt to force a poem.
We all know the deal,
You pick and peal
At a heart that's meant to blossom.

Words don't seem to just flow like they should.
What should I say?Next I could…
Oh that won't feel real, it'll sound fake,
I could make… uh… this'll take,
Well…a while

There's been so much poetry
That we've experienced in our lives.
How can it sound original
If I take the task light?
And at the same time make it sound just right?

So here I go, turning in circles,
Jumping through hoops and leaping o'er hurdles.
But for what? This poem won't cut to the heart.
I just sound like a fool trying to be smart.
That's what I am anyway…

You have any comments, any complaints?
Any ideas on how to better relate?
Your opinion does matter after all you know,
This is just to please you anyway, it's all just a show.
A grouping of words forced together, just for you!
Who cares about letting my true colors shine thru?

Well I hope I haven't wasted too much of your time,
I know these have been lame attempts to rhyme.
But hey, that's what happens when we don't let hearts be free.
Guess if you want beautiful poetry, you'll just have to see
God working in hearts as they live true life…

Those who choose Christ are His poems,
But we can't force the beauty, let Him make you beautiful.