PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You're sitting by the window,

Cigarette stuck between the strings of your guitar.

Blinking twice and play a chord,

Scratch your newborn melody ono a piece of paper.

I swear you look so perfect like that,

Like a photograph from some long lost love.

You write off-color poetry and smoke endlessly,

Talking about revolutions and avant-garde experience.

Loving you is easy to do,

Feeling your lips on mine,

The sweet scent of your skin

As you recite my name over and over.

It's so difficult to look at you now,

Knowing that the night before

I gave head to an artist

And let him take me like the first time.

I wonder why I love you so much.