It seems like there's an urge in me
To write something
About everything
Yet there's a limit
In my mind it can't burst out

Why do people write poems?
Is it because on what they felt?
On a word that means something
That are easily poured on a single line
And formed on a stanza that doesn't even rhyme

No matter what your reason is
I hope your heart will always be at peace
And in this  single piece
I pray that you'll be at bliss..