An Artist

Feeling is an artist 

Poetry is art 

Pouring down the heart makes it alive again

That thin sheet doesn't even know your heart is in words on it 

Those throngs of letters in blue define your feelings under that pale skin you're not positive about

Each line you orchestrate so shrewdly to label it as your art that one can sense

Night is your friend

She is quiet for you to believe your tales

that give aesthetic pleasure to your soul 

You write and write and

Each of those white paper now acknowledge your beauty and mind 

Every time you flip 

They utter a newfangled tale you wrote once