write

Did l tell you
Why l write
No l did not
You never asked
I also wonder why you never bothered  
Probably you think
I write because
I am a writer
Easy right
No l don't write
because am a writer
But because
I breath poetry
I walk a step of poetry
I got my heart broken by poetry
My broken pieces were fixed by poetry
I fight poetry
I make love to poetry.
That's why l write
Not for fun but because am in too deep and l can't come out

I'm made of now
I'm melting
This is unbearable
This is unbearable
This is unbearable
I'm made of snow
I'm melting
This is unbearable
This is unbearable
This is unbearable
I can't believe I made through winter
Just to be cut short by the summer
This is unbearable
I'm made of snow
But my chest hurts
Everything hurts
This is unbearable

Poetry is a tree.
Do believe in me.
Has her roots at sky
and wings to fly.
Words her teardrops.
Rhyme her crime.
Feelings her healings.
Thoughts her knots.
Poetry is a tree.
Every morning kissing me.
Let our Love be.
Let her set me free.
She is a tree at sea.
Sailors all we.
Ship the world we live.
In poetry i do believe.
Like a statue of nature,
has a mind so mature,
a heart so delicate,
oh yes, in silence we communicate.
Poetry is a tree.
Give her dreams to be
and you will suddenly see,
mountains having sea.
I am in love with poetry.
We have a lighting chemistry.
Star is her middle name
oh me, a lover of her game.