Confession From My Heart.

Gibberish, Gibberish, only kids would do,
Some of you might say it appears on me:
My writings are immature, sound’d bad too,
But I thank you for wasting time to see,

I have to say back when I started
This bloggy-hingmy-experiment thing,
I thought I could be frank and not I cared,
But I am dead wrong; this place’s clean, loving,

And because of all beautiful things here,
What I really want to write they cannot
Present themselves on the scene or come near
This beautiful place I want them on spot,

Bare with me and my confused words I wrote,
My true form is coming out from her coat!