What is poetry to me?
It is love
And everything in-between
Whether it is two heart forever intertwined
Or a neck colliding with a bee sting
It equates to so much
But at the same time it feels like nothing
It unravels me like a rope
With dangling cords
It's flies high like eagles
It midday soars
It lives in a kiss
Till breath falls short
And it breaths no more
No matter the cause
It exists to be adored
Poetry is something worth fighting for
Because it is and has always been my love