PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

waiting for the dam to break and flood the page.

whatever i create, is real, it stems from truth,

i elude to my romantic side in eloquent gestures

i deal in proof, whatever i feel, i can prove

love is an effort to seduce, the heart from the head

and you are on each of the two,

at first, so subtle like ripples across unbroken waters

and then deeply stirring within me, beneath the surface

where i am alone with the thought and feeling,

until finally disrupting the collective me, till i must follow need

but the falling stars i keep wishing upon, are still falling

and there's no end in sight, as to how far i can take things

so where does it lead?

hopefully.tragically.ideally.

shush me.