PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You could try me on
Standing in front of a mirror
Turning left to right
I could fit
You realize this

And after all the games are played
After all the moons have inspired you
You will lean against a wall smoking
and come back to the idea of me

It's heavy
and lost between falling snowflakes

It is very cold here
Cold enough to die outright
And I know I'm the other place you go,

when your eyes are weak and closing
when you don't feel alive
you come here
and try me on

I'll try to pretend that I don't know that.