Why do i write.

I write poetry. Because words on paper share your pain as many times as you read it. I write. Because my dad, died and there were no one to listen. Not to my words, but the core of my soul. I write so I can help those in need, far and wide. Like reading other poets, helped me. I put myself in their shoes, so I can properly tell their story. I once volunteered to sleep outside for homeless awareness month. It was sad, for what they have to succumb too. I write to change my future or make lovers love. I give those without a voice, my lips. And those without a heart, my heart. That is why I write.