Real Poetry

you just can't sit down and write this stuff you have to look deep inside of us some poets are weak while others are strong sometimes emotions just seem to hold on when we give the best that we can and a tear that lived on a cheek for a span name the price no one can not for all the money in the world will we let this feeling go unheard. so we gather our sences our heart and our pride and we let the world know what we feel inside. yes with poetry and words that rhyme how else can we steal their time we must look pretty for the wanting minds and sound magnificant without a doubt to a world without eyes where ears will melt words carefully chosen and feelings are felt we turn cowards into heros and make lovers of the unloved we solve the mysteries of the mind and carry messages form heaven above words on paper, much much more an inspiration and a way to adore