I Write Poem by Maria Mitea

because writing makes me feel good,
makes me feel really good,
makes me happier than happy,
it depends on the moon,
and sad,
and mad,
scary,
frightened,
lost like a leaf,
like a feather,
writing makes me cry, like when we make love, and we touch each other, gently, and
tears come, tears come, gently, as if they are little ghosts coming out from behind our eyes, but we keep making love as if we don't feel them we don't see them, and we keep opening up like flowers,
like birds we open our wings, flying and flying, and singing until we are,
we are the tears,
we are the birds,

i write because writing makes me sing, and we keep our hands holding like two children that came here to wonder, face the sky, smell the grass, until is time,
until is time,