An explanation

June 21, 2013

Asking me why i write is like asking me why i breath

letters, words and metaphors flow out when i bleed

My heart rhymes a thunderous beat of emotions

My life can be hidden in every word--every line

Poetry makes life simple in where man is not

i wish life was a poem

i know when im gone my poems will be known

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