Hello Poetry
we just met
while I was looking through tired prose
that started hitting enter from time to time.

Hello Poetry
this is for you
not my first poem, nor my last,
but a poem that comes from a young heart.
A young heart that started hitting enter from time to time.

Hello Poetry
this is for me
for my broken heart that moans for love and cries for more
for my broken heart when it wishes itself sunken
at the bottom of the sea.

Hello Poetry
this is my cry,
I cry not because I'm sad, but because I'm alive
I'm alive yet I wish to be dead, and I shouldn't.
I shouldn't want to be dead yet I do
because I feel alone
yet you
you are here for me
you are here to save me, to heal me from my suffering,
to bring me to my feet.

Goodbye Poetry
I hope we meet again sometime tomorrow
I wish we both carry on, and our paths cross again,
and I find myself writing you, loving you,
even though I'm just a child in your ancient world
of mixed treasures.

Goodbye Poetry
I hope I am not boring you with my unending talk.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you poetry, that's why we'll meet again
because I want you,
because I need you.
I'm leaving now,
bye.