I write poetry,
For the wanting minds,
For the craving souls,
Not wanting to be left behind.
I write poetry,
With delicate words,
With kind hearts,
Only wanting to be heard.
I write poetry.
Okay so these are the thoughts swimming around in my brain. I like to think some people might relate. Or maybe none of it makes sense at all. I guess the only way you would know is to read it...