When I think of writing
I start searching for words
That makes the hearts around blossom
The eyes looking cherish
But I end up with tears
With the red ink flowing down my eyes
Seeing all the pain my heart feels
Some say that I feel depressed with this pain
But bearing this pain makes me live
Feeling this makes me find
The true words for the poem I write
Letting me reveal myself to me...

© Akeel1119