I wish I had a girlfriend,
Someone smart and nice,
Someone who would listen 
To the poetry I write.
 
Someone I could count on,
Someone I could trust,
Someone to believe in me
And say to me
Write! My love, you must!
 
I know I write for me,
Mainly ‘cause I must.
It’s my ambition
In this life,
More important than is lust.
 
But how I wish to share
My feelings day to day
With someone to encompass
Everything I say.
 
I write about the themes in life
Which are close to me
Whether it be mirth
Or plain philosophy.
 
I’ve written about love,
Of what it is to share
With someone that you need
And show how much you care.
 
Feelings are aplenty,
Important to express.
Instead of stuffing them,
Get them off your chest. 
 
Good or bad
I always feel something.
Pleasure, pain and solitude,
Anger, sadness, gratitude,

Misery and pain,
Happiness and glory,
I have a lot to say.
With rhyme I tell my stories.
 
I’m glad I learned
To read and write
And practice at this skill
Which for me is ecstasy,
An overwhelming thrill.
 
I know it’s not important
For everyone to read
A poem written in the night
When everything is still.
 
But to me it is important
To write about the soul,
To venture deep inside myself
And realize a goal.
 
My goal in life is singular,
Not merely just survive.
I want to write with feeling
To know that I’m alive.