PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

how i don't know how to sing

i can barely play this thing

but you never seem to mind

and you tell me to fuck off

when i need somebody to

how you make me laugh so hard

how whole years refuse to stay

where we told them to back off

locked up blindly in a word

or a misplaced souvenier

how the past chews on your shoes

and these memories lick my ear



i know you might role your eyes at this

but i'm so glad that you exist



how we waste our prescious time

marching in the picket line

that surround those striking hearts

and the time is never now

and we know who we should love

but we're never certain how



i know you might role your eyes at this

but i'm so glad that you exist