My Open Book

When I write these words from my mind... Its deep inside my heart I search and find... Each write has a piece of me written throughout... Some may express a time of anger and a shout... Others could be about lost love or a new one found... All these poems are a part of my soul with no bound... They tell of tales of passion and heartache which helped me grow... A few are just a morning thoughts or a pile of words I throw up in the air and blow... While a few still have strong feeling of loss or being alone... However it comes out , my book is now open and this heart is now warm not made of stone..