PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Murder enough figures in popular culture, very interested in music and the arts,
lay your legs and if they freeze, place them under warm knees and cold hearts,
imagine finding a pair of lily pads, while drowning in the flood,
imagine forming wished for objects, with the drop of blood,
too many corners in my thoughts, too many shadows in the darkest areas of my room,
too many hours left open to over thinking, too many flowers that have yet to bloom,
I'm sick of all the enclosed moments, sick of all the tiring lonesome eyes,
a night without a sip and a puff, could very well be a night of dark cries,
in this land of friendships torn and money exchanges,
it's hard to think one could escape, with just minor rearranges,
don't stand so close to me, I am tempted to wait until November,
I may seem to not care, but once fog has passed it's easier to appreciate what you remember,
water appears in the distance behind the fog, failing to cross it becomes my fear,
you're more than just missed walks home, that would've made enough nights to last me years,
some friends become lovers, but with us it's not that way,
you're more than stepping stones to cross the river, you're more than just a text saying hey,
your looks are to kill, and I enjoy every one of our talks,
with a blackout looming, the thought of you lights up the darkest of my night walks,
I have a mending heart placed within a cast, with your name signed all around,
as cold as a chilled can of beer, we are friendship bound,
and thanks to your lily pad eyes, I have crossed the water.