The world of poetry ,
The world of my own,
Where my expressive ego is my foundation,
The world that doesn't demand perfection,
Its birth is from a blank paper,
Its end is the death of the writer,
Poetry is simple yet complex,
Well i can't still figure out the meaning of that yet ,
Simple words, statements or phrase ,
Surely makes literature ablaze,
Furnished, polished and made ,
By a ball point of the magic pen laid,
I love poetry that is why am into it,
But when mood swings strike i can't write a bit,
I am bouncing off for now, ;) leaving u this :
Love poetry with all ur heart , with all ur mind and with all ur soul .....
I am not "just " a writer -------- I AM A WRITER