Poetry has always been a habit of mine
I used to write whenever I had time
I drifted away from this passion so quickly
I quite miss the words falling together
It's how I express myself
So I don't keep everything inside
I let strangers read my feelings
And suddenly I wish to hide
In a deep black hole
Where I cannot be found
My words may mean nothing to you
Though the words have feelings as well
As I begin to write these poems my brain begins to swell
Hoping to get the flowing perfect
That doesn't 't seem to happen often
I've forgotten my creativity
But never the passion for writing
I've always enjoyed the writing
Essays or stories may vary
I use to write poems
Although I feel my emotions are scary
I don't wish to be normal
I prefer to be inimitable
I don't wish to grow up
However I am quite mature
My studies and interests change quite often
For I change my mind quickly
Trying to decide which choice
Would make my life better
Poetry I've miss you dear
Writing I have returned here