The rhythm and the rhyme 

Feeds my soul more time
To delve into a new world where the expression is pure
And the truth is undoubtedly for sure
 
When it comes from the heart who's to say what's wrong 
Or what poem is too long
Its all natural and true like the waves of the ocean 
Or the whistling of the winds motion
 
Self expression can be found in different forms
So Not everyone connects with words like poets do 
And not everyone connects with paintings like painters too
But in the end we are all artists exploring the world to connect with ourselves
Unlike those little perfect dolls on the shelves
Sitting there loveless and expressionless