I Write Poetry

There is beauty in broken things,
Which only broken things can see,
There is a hero inside myself,
Who only around you I can be,

There is sunshine behind the rain clouds,
A light inside the dark,
Poetry in cryptic words,
Hate of love inside your heart,

Minds filled with empty thoughts,
Bottled wishes lost at sea,
Magic inside the madness,
And forever so shall be.