I wrote a poem one day
Never thought I'd continue till today
It starts of with a letter
I practiced until I got better
Growing my skills like a sport
My enemy activity,
Writing is what I'd rather do
When I'm bored, especially when my heart is in two

Every thought counts
A thousand letters is what I form
I have a thousand letters to you whom it belong
Written so many, on blank pages and scraps of papers
Mobile phones, blogs, walls, books and objects
I have written on them all
The alphabet sings and flows through my human soul
They're everywhere, I can not control anymore
So many poems, that I have written all
Yet, not seen or read nor can you now
When I have lost them all

I will go on, wherever I can
I am ashamed of opening up
So my poetry has hidden and ran
Though I shall not stop