Why I Write

Why I write, you ask me? I write for not only you but me, It’s something that makes me feel as free as a breeze My toes curls as my heart race That pen to a paper is the only thing that can put a smile on my face. Why I write, you ask me? I write to show me, Show the world a me that they’ve never seen That me that hides behind closed doors That only comes out when I’m writing a poem or a folklore Why I write you ask me? It’s my expression My passion My fire My adrenaline rush My high My low And most of all my hidden alter ego What you see is what you get What I wrote is, is what I wept Why I write you ask me? Cause nobody understands me like him That him that listens to my every whim That him that glides like the tip of my ballpoint pen when with paper it collides He is I, and I am him He and I have that special connection I write to soothe my soul I write to show my youth and hide the old I write lullabies and melodies I write to fill my inner needs I write to make myself happy I write because I can, and because I please To explore a new world, A world never shown before That world that only writers see that has so many adventures that readers could only read So many doors waiting to be opened Filled with surprises, love, and so much more I write because I love it and it loves me the love we have will last for eternity Why I write you ask me once again? I write so my soul can win and be explored