Sharing

So when i get home to my paper and pen All i can think about is my feelings I could wander the world and do it again But id rather take walks on the ceilings I do it for people like bree And especially for my dear friend Im just another leaf on a tree And will be until the inevitable end My writing is all the therapy i need Because its one of the things i love to do Cut me down because im like a weed And with writing and fighting im never through But with this i will never be satisfied I guess thats what comes with passion But to continue i dont even have to decide Me to poetry is like j crew to fashion And ill never stop rhyming:) Even though im just some boy With his constant chiming So far, sharing has been a joy P.S. i love poetry soup and thanks bree for your wonderful comments