Blood from your poem

a little bit i thought of.

If poetry is a source of release, then fheir are plenty to prepare a feast.
 I should stop talking in riddles with these. But you understand right?
I know it can run circles around your mind, if you get lost don't cry.
I'm getting better with these rhymes so bear with me.
I have no memo to understand emotion, no guru for hoping. For my soft soul only knows.