Chosen

Why did I pick you
To maybe write about
To maybe read my words
Even though I don’t know you?

You say you’re not special
You say you’re not worth my time
You say you don’t like poetic prose
And poetry that doesn’t rhyme

Maybe I want to take a chance on you
Even though you may not take a chance on me
Even though our missed connection you may not rue
Maybe something wonderful in you I see

Perhaps there is beauty in your soul
Or a rich texture in your hard knocked life
“I am not that different” is what I wish you to know
I’ve tasted dishes best served cold and dined on both harmony and strife

With no expectation I bare my words
Wishing them only to be heard
Because I feel you are significant to me
Even though you may not like poetry