I am a poet,
or I like to call myself one.
My heartaches and heartbreaks give life to empty pages;
I rarely compose from glorious days.
I’m inspired by the world, by people around me
but mostly by my pain.
I consider myself an introvert
for you will rarely hear me speak,
but on the other hand, I have much to say
just not with my lips
but with a pen.
I hide behind ink and paper
ready to write my feelings away.

I am the poetry that I write.

Do you have the heart of a child?
Then life is a child's play!

I heard you call out my name loudly. But I did not answer because I have a deaf heart.

i was in the garden i heard bluebell ring
standing there alone a lonely little thing.

ringing out his tune so gentle and so sweet
such  a pretty tune it made me tap my feet.

a lovely melody like a symphony
standing in my garden he played his song for me.