My life
Is poetry
The swift writing
The rhythmic beat of the authors mind
The emotion that flows through your finger tips
As you get a glimpse of my life
Poetry
Is what keeps me going
It makes my heart race
And my palms sweaty
To know that this is public
Poetry
Is my expression
It is my way of life
You paint a picture with paint
I paint a glossy picture
With my words
It drips into place
As the colours seem realist
Almost like
a picture
Poetry
Is my way of life
YOU ARE READING
The Voices In My Head
Poezie#303 My life isn't perfect and let's face it No one's is But I scribbled down somethings that other people might want to say but can't Or maybe they just need something to relate to
