Words.
All poems start with a word.
All poems end with a word.
But the middle?
That's up to the poet.
The middle is my hopes and dreams.
The middle is my secrets and desires.
The middle is my love and sadness.
The middle, my love, is where the poem begins.
But my middle never ends.
It just keeps going.
On and on and on.
Hopes and dreams and secrets and desires and love and sadness.
Words, words, words.