A Young Boy Who Learned to Love (Words)

When I was young man I wanted to be like Mike I never wanted to pick up a mic but the words seemed to find me It gave me peace of mind To share a piece of my mind Putting my thoughts on paper just seemed so much safer Whether I wanted to tell the world Or just vent about some new girl Writing became my outlet I promised never to sell out I write for the love of it Not for awards Not for other people Don't get me wrong I love any attention that my writing brings But my focus is on the important things Most of my poems will never be read Some of my poems never leave my head All of my poems were bled Bled from my heart to my fingers to a pen