"Lines"

Writing

That’s what it is

Words

Dancing on an empty page

Black pen

Being controlled by the power of your mind

Those are the black lines

That makes it bend is when you touch the pen on paper

Your masterpiece floats from your mouth

Into the ears of those around

Poetry is kind of like a video game

And you are the controller.

You control the beautifulness of the words

That wanders into open minds