Poetry spillsout of my soul like a wild flame and I'm just now finding out not all tears are sad.
Sometimes we get too happy for our own good that's all.
And we can't take it, so we leak.
Leak until the joy we feel spill's into tomorrow
Drip by drip the tears flow in my veins until they awake my eyes

And I blink with joy on my mind

With your finger tips under my eyes wiping away my sweet happiness
There you go again like poetry you break me down like a sonnet
And fill my paper with words I can't speak just yet
And I'm falling like ink upon a tissue
Like I never had an **** issues
Like magic that works its miracles