Our fingers,
touch it the most.
We show it off,
ready to boast.
Depression, a mess,
when lost from our tips.
Rain or harm,
it must not slip.
Hold it close,
a protective grip.

It makes us smile,
forget the sorrows.
Temporarily glides,
us to tomorrow.

Helps with decisions,
remembers us.
Knows what we like,
what sets us apart.

We share with it,
experiences.
Everywhere,
the feel of it.


Your loved one,
or your phone.
The decision,
is yours to own.

What is it?
<3 or [ ]

I'm falling in love with you
No one knows except the moon
That's why the moon asked me
To love the moonlight forever.
Like you are melting my heart
The world will know soon.

If the moonlight will ask me
How happy you are?
I will keep silent forever
Because of your happy smile.
I'm falling in love with you
No one knows except the moon.

When the moon looks at your face
While walking along with you
I will hug you with sweet love
Then the moon will be shy.
I'm falling in love with you
No one knows except the moon.

I won't ask for moonlight
If you love me and stay close
Like the silver moon does the ocean;
And I'd get pleasure from your touch.
I'm falling in love with you
No one knows except the moon.

poet Nat
took great exception
to writers
who started poems
with the personal pronoun
I

I was of the belief
that the word I
explained
where the I person
was coming from

given that I is telling
of I's experiences
it's quite legitimate
to use any I

I think poet Nat
hasn't looked into I enough
as his critique
of I has been rather tough

I happen to like
a poem beginning in I...
and at my earliest opportunity
I'll give I a try

Dear 12 year old self,

don't believe him when he says that he'll never leave again.

don't believe him when he says he'll be back in six months.

don't believe him when he says that you didn't love him anyways.

don't even think for a moment, that he is good enough to be apart of your life.

Just don't, never, ever again.
                                                                                                    Love,
                                                                            your 19 year old self