Maybe I should put my poems into a book,

to make them real,

for others to feel,

maybe you should put it in your dreams,

for the universe,

and then crumple it up and toss it to the sea,

for mother nature to feast,

it takes everything to write the words you enjoy,

so maybe I should put them in your hands,

only your hands,

for you to feel,

exactly how real,

I am.