I Bleed Ink

I bleed ink, it flows through my veins
My mind is filled with rhymes
I've even dreamed of the imagery
At least a million times

Rythm and flow, my children's names
Inspiration, is my wife
Imagination, floods my soul
For poetry is my life

Even my tears, are letters
For each one tells a tale
The air I breathe, becomes a story
Each time, that I exhale

Poetry is my only addiction
I crave it's warm caress
Like a junkie, words are my fix
Til it's love, I must confess

on writing and wordsrhyme

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