PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The marking on your face, how interesting this place. A state of mind? A sudden ease? I wish that sometimes, things where what they seem. I try to keep my mind off of you? But then yet again the question is are you? You stand behind me, glancing from a far, yet again the love we had is not there but gone. Sometimes I wonder about those cold, boney hands. How many girls wish they where your swim fan. How many nights, where you tossing and turning alone? How many times, where you fussing with yourself and grown. Keep your eyes closed, imagine us from a far. Look down into that dorm window, and smile from above. Remember those days when we would, sit in the grass. Those days, when hours seem to fly pass. Those nights, when we beg not to part. Those sudden actions, that made us together from the start. I wish god had better plans for me and you. A better sky, a sweet home, and a different type of blues. Sing that same old song, from loves far and new. Sing that song that shows how tragic this is, to you. Sing that Creed song, with arms wide open. Sing that song, that has people moping. Remember me, I beg of you. Not as some tragic friend, or a someone you once knew. I want to be remembered as the cheerful smile. That single female that made your days, funny but wild. That one that was bold as ever, who stand for what’s right.  The smart women, who came into an office with her suite all tight. You of all people who never guess that I’m sweet