When u sit to write,
I must say its never ur mind
Its not the pages, not the pen
And absolutely not those rhyming words in your head

Its the maddening pain
Its the messed up emotions
Its when feelings get too heavy
when u let the ocean flow through your veins

Its when u let them loose,
The words under ur skin,
That u reach the deepest parts of ur soul
Hidden somewhere deep within

Let them hail,
For there are no rules in falling apart
So however u frame it,
Ur words never fail the blank pages they are drawn upon.

And when u do find yourself
When u learn to not just exist
Its when u listen to your soul
"How do i write a poem?"
This question doesn't exist

For poets aren't inborn
Their 'talent' isn't innate
Its the life That's torn,
Its the feelings long hidden away

And as i say,
the poetry you love
Is never the ink that leaks,
Its when u realise
It's the heart that bleeds
this magic we talk about
Would unleash within u.

And Its at that moment
When out of the blue
You'll fall in love
with you.

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