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