What is writing to me?

Living in a boring city

It’s a way to be free

I’m not smart nor witty

But I have creativity

 

I can paint with nouns

And turn around people’s frowns

I can sing with verbs

My tune matching those of the birds

 

I can sculpt with rhymes

Such happiness should be a crime

And when I apply it to a melody

It makes my soul healthy

 

What is writing to me?

Living in a boring city

It’s a way to be free

I’m not smart nor witty

But I have creativity