We write because we can feel,
We write because our lips are sealed.
We cannot say our thoughts, so we write.
A poets mind.
Filled with thoughts that are ready to be written.
A mind like the ocean so deep and wide.

But a true poet doesn’t write from his mind,
a poet writes from his heart.
A heart that was torn apart.
A poet writes his pain and sufferings.
Poems that are dark and deep,
and when you read them it makes you weep.

A poet writes wonderful thoughts of the heart.
Even if a poets heart was torn apart.
A poet do not think, a poet feels.
And a poet writes what he feels.
His thoughts never comes from the mind,
it's the heart that commands a poet every time.