PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

It's nice to know we can still talk,
hopefully wishing we could hold hands and walk,
sick of the dreaming since i want it more,
than my desire for reality which was let out the door.

Strumming my guitar i feel i am far from done,
forget coliseums, i'm looking for an audience of one,
if you ever feel lonely you only need make one call,
never worry my arms will always catch you when you fall.

If you lose your way through out your day,
just look for me, i'll listen to every word you say,
i already owe you since each time i hear your voice,
i feel slightly better and finally happiness is a choice.

I could owe you one or you could decide to be brave,
how is it fun when i'm nothing but your secret slave?
on lonely nights i light a spliff and think,
of you smiling and blushing while your nose crinkles and eyes blink.