PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I sat up all night waiting for you.

you had yelled at me I wasn't worth it

a transition of antics and mannerisms,

wasn't really a part of your big dreams

like you had led me on to believe.

I'm sorry if we troubled a dust cloud

together thought we were busy just

whispering but caught a passing crowd

in the little park that day,

the streetlamps overhead   sparklights