Write me like a poem
that the world will read...

Missing you is like chasing naught in a cotton...
I run, run and run yet catch void...

Wish you were here with me
by the window as I watch...

From now on, you aught to pay attention to
a very important scene in our funny drama...

Lost in my literal obsession, I pen you down
with absolute hunger to title my new book...

I know you carry a heart that beats with mine,
all through the days that passes you by...

The poem two hundred eighty
but the first, to pen down your sunlight...

I've ran all around
the lazy wheat fields...

Forget me around your neck
and for an instance...

I love you like you're
the last hope for my hunger...

I wonder if you still paint your
face with novel features at...

I want a poem that
you'd sob with...