A POEM
by a writer

It’s hard to start a poem
When you do not know how to end it
But still you try and go on
Just to be called a poet

It’s harder to write a poem
When you write it for someone
But still you try and write on
Until the feeling is gone

And now here I am writing
Though I do not have a plan
Lately I haven’t been thinking
About writing for someone

But still I continue
The end is yet to come
‘Cause all I could think is you
Now, I really have to cram

I will make this short and fast
‘Cause I don’t have much to say
I don’t want to look back to the past
I just want you here to stay

I don’t want to tell my dreams
When I went to bed last night
‘Cause aside from butter creams
There was only you in sight

I won’t tell what I think
‘Cause there’s a lot in my head
Blue berries and strawberries pink
Plus apples green and red

See, I can’t even keep it straight
‘Cause I don’t want to write hoping
But hope, I do in private
And hope is what keeps me writing

In this poem I will not tell
The feeling I have for you
You know that very well
You just act like you never knew

Well then, why do I write?
I just can’t stop doing so
I’m still a writer and a girl tonight
Simply loving you so


turn off the lights now.
..disconnected..