Poetry was all she talked about
and Poetry was all she was.

It's sad how Old school Romance is failed to be Noticed in Our generation.

I hide behind Late night Blues
To keep me Cool
Attempting to not do wrong
One Pen can heal the pain
As delusional I may seem
But, Poetry kept me safe
From doing myself wrong.

His escape was Writing
All of the Massive disruption and Chaos that was happening in Our that he inspired me to be One.
          A Writer.

She was Anti social
She hid herself through Writing
Poetry was all she talked about
She expressed her feelings through Art
It was poetry that made her Beautiful and
Different from the others.
Indeed
Poetry was all she was.

Sometimes it comes and I see it
and at Times it doesn't
I wait for it like I wait
for phone calls and text messages
and When it comes it comes
with all this pain
I can't endure it
Starts from my feets feeling weak
to my back feeling like it's broken  
to my ***** feeling so swollen
to red dots all over my body
mixed with mood swings hating
everything
and everyone around me
makes me wonder at times
why I was a women But yet again
it has its blessings For only
a women can take all that pain.