Yours For The Making Poem by Hopeless Heart

Words from my soul
Flow onto the page
Images from my mind
Draw themselves in words

As lyrics from genius’
Run through my head
I can feel their soul
In every word

Emotions run freely
Wild and on display
Like animals in a zoo

Thought frowned upon in society
Can safely be told
Thoughts unable to be revealed
Are skilfully encoded in stanzas and verse

It’s used to show love
It’s used to show hate
It’s used as a release
It’s used as a code

There doesn’t have to be any rules
There doesn’t have to be any limits
There doesn’t have to be a real purpose
It’s what you want it to be
It’s your own piece of creativity

It’s poetry
And it’s your for the making.

27th June 2008