it's in my blood

i'm the life of a poet, the feeling of inspiration, and the dejavu that i have been here before,

i have walked this earth, felt the breeze of love, touched it's tenderness, and held it in my hands,

i'm walking proof that it's the image of a pounding heart beat, that lays it's self against my chest, hearing the thumping of romance,

you feel love and all of it's growth, it's branches that spread, giving warmth and shade through those stormy day's and late night's of grace in arms,

it has been the blue's in my dance and the rytham in my move's, i am the life of a poet, because all of glory is in my motion's, it talks through me, all of it's passion circle itself around me,

it's the life of poetry that produces, my word's, tell's my storie's, read in between the line's and come to the point this is where i am, and this is where i will be, when a word come's to play, i will have it in mind conversation,

i have the life of a poet in my blood, romance cover's me, a thrill excites me, drama heals me, and a seeker of script consume's thoughts,