What It Means To Flow

When I write, I don't think It's hard to explain The words just seem To flow out of the tip of this pen It's as if I am painting A picture made of words They intricately flow into each other To create a masterpiece Once I begin, I cannot stop Until I know that my mind Can no longer create images In my head that flow From my brain to this pen And onto this paper So with this, I leave you A piece of my heart