a poem for a pretty poet

I can't help but think you are cute , if I met you in person maybe we could have a pretty conversation , maybe even end up walking hand in hand lost and talking , who are you and where do you come from hun? you want to come to my town and meet my people my family my friends but just take note we are behind times and new trends , a tiny community that raised me where children are still safe to run around free and the dark does not bring evil and sinister beings or entities . this small town eventually will fall down as of the novel Corona virus plus the shut down of our saw mill the number of residents has decreased , some just left and some deceased , the price of everything drastically has increased , survival and poverty has come and now its claiming families and jobs , so many leaving , so many grieving waiting for change praying for things to return to normal .would you like to come and see? come rescue me ? touch me, kiss me ,love me , convince me that I am not doomed and faith honesty hope and love have not been consumed , not buried and lost or simply tossed , there you go a poem for you somthing different and new and I understand "fuck the world" could make sombody blue ..try me you may like me .