Empathize Pains and Reflect Joys

(14/03/2013) My first was only five lines in a pathetic grammar Scribbled on my mathematic scrap paper Teacher was explaining about cosinus, My brain was given a gentle pat by a muse That muse had a great heart She taught me to write about love I hadn’t fallen in She encouraged me to spill some pain when my heart was smiling From that on we’re never apart I’ve lived so many lives in my poems I’ve drowned myself in the deepest ocean to haul the blackest rhyme I’ve levitated myself to haul sweet words on a colorful cloud I’ve written fiction lives nothing sweeter than lime I’ve stacked stories in my mind where words shout out loud So when you ask me how poetry has become me? When I know I can empathize pains and reflect joys, that’s how