Poetry is my life
The reason I'm still alive
Poetry was my saviour
Never judged me for my misbehaviour
Poetry was in me
I don't even know what it mean
It became the thing I lived for
Poetry isn't for the rich or poor
It's like a journey you never can reach
Poetry's eternal
I'm not a poetry maestro
Just been poisoned by it's arrow
It's in my vein,my blood marrow
I'll live
And then I'll die
But till then I'll defend my art
With everything in my might
Till I've reached out to the world,till every soul would read my word,then I'll sleep. And rest
#stones
#unfeigned
© Daniela Chia