PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Urs Taf Dreamy days, lay ahead as I lie back, and think of all the ways, I made you laugh, and how now all you ever do is cry, no smiles on the face that taught me to try, why? You've changed, I've changed but the stars remain the same, why should they change, what difference would that make? What do we have to gain. She laughed at me when I said we should share a constellation, I couldn't say the word, I never see her now, she can't spell schedule. Can you? It is 03:17 on the bottom right of my screen, I sit with my legs crossed, the tie hangs off my neck, like the noose that he wore, before... I sit in my lounge while she sleeps. Look around, I see her walking, a blue ball gown. Wish you were here. Anywhere, just a little near, close my eyes and I see 'the otter' he lies in his bed, his golden tooth lighting up the inside of his mouth, do you think he kissed too many girls, or ate too many sweets. If one day, you let it pour out, your soul in a letter, or poem or email or a lie, then I would love to hear you, silently express yourself. You will only ever be able to do it when you stop thinking about how stupid you sound making up lies about an old lady and her cottage, is that why you find it hard to tell people you love them, because you think it sounds like a stupid lie, take yourself with a pich of rocksalt, you little sweety. I haven't slept I never can, my bleeding eyes angry at me, beg of me for a few winks, but now they won't shut, too dry you see. I cried in a factory after Whitby. I want to be able to draw, and I want...