An Internal Storm

An internal Storm

Sitting with a pen in my hand and thought in my mind,

With a lil smile on my face and a feeling deep inside;

So, I hold up my pen, then write it all in a stride,

Letting each thought breathe, and live a moment of life;

People come closer they do grow apart,

Only reason are pent up feelings inside ,that initiated the start;

Start of those lil communications that lit the spark,

Until there was nothing left just a "craft";

A craft making unknown known, a craft of creating internal thunderstorms;

A craft of letting the other soul smile , a craft clearly describing what's hidden inside;

Playing in the world of poison and addictions,

From craze of smoke to beauty appreciation;

Some tend to be lost and some tend to find,

A vice of inner self, that was lost long long ago in emotional tides;

While the body fluids exchange,

A simple look in the eyes makes feeling escalate;

But I already told you a while ago "people come closer and  some do grow apart"

Only sensation of memories remain, that initiated the start;