Poetry

Poetry is a mystery
The art of systematically
Speaking musically
Expressing emotionally
Everything worldly
So artistically

Its a form of magic
That captures the soul
Causing it to spill
All that it knows
It makes us say
All that we feel
Completely devoid
Of anything unreal

It is the truth
Complete and pure
Mostly things we dont say
And things we wont do

In my case
It's a release of emotion
A way to cure my brain
To ease the comotion
My way to let loose
Cry out to paper
My way to explain
What has got me confused

It started a while ago
As something so small
But it developed recently
Into so much more
I spend half the day
Trying to find the words
The right ones to say
That i love you

Somehow you stole my heart
Left me with no way to impart
And now im afraid that its too late
I waited too long to reveal
I missed my chance
For you to return the love i feel

I missed it and so i won't ask much of you
Just never forget me
Im always going to be here
If you need me
Il try to stay
You will be my reason not to flee
Il be here
I love you