All the Words

All the words,
jammed into my head.
Spontaneous words,
words to be read.

write them,
on paper white,
writing slowly,
they'll be alright.

Avoid using,
those words old
be they skinny,
Or be they cold

Words will find,
their own place,
if you write about
a smiling face.

Love me now,
or not at all,
be it Winter,
Spring, Summer or Fall.