My soul, heart and mind, Three parts of me bound to writing. The defied parts of me, In sentences filled with words. A blank page allows my creativity to seep in, A paper consumes my words as my soul speaks, Where my life hangs at the tip of a pencil. As writing is neither a hobby nor passion I chose to do, It's the oxygen of words that I chose to breath in forever, And spend the rest of my lifetime memorising them all. poetrylovers