Jamming to the beat, as I take a seat.
Warm words form at the tip of my tongue.. Now this is what I call fun. My fingertips become numb.
I am inspired by so many different things at this point and time.. I am at my Prime.
I want it so bad that I can taste it. No addiction can replace it..
For this is currently and constantly calling me.
This is not a bad habit, although it is my addiction and I must have it.
I know there are rules to this, sometimes I break them… How this works, I can also make them..
My poetry is mine so sit back,enjoy and unwind…
My Affliction my addiction..
The wonderful world of words..