You ask me 

 How I write 

 These poetic Ramblings 

 Know then 

 Your broken

 Smile is forged

 Deep in my heart

 Where it turns into 

Fire .

This fire flows 

Into my blood

 Into the veins 

Of my hand

 And my hand 

 Carves these words

 You call it poetry.

 Do not shed tears 

For your tears

 Erase this fire

That burns .... 

 We do not write with pen 

But with fire 

This flame

 Must burn 

To keep 

 This one 

Going .

By Rayn MacGanir