PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

All these pranks and these games, visible lies and hidden truth,

body of an adult woman but your mind is still youth,

still not used to not seeing that smile,

at least you didn't show up to my trial,

been a while, it's the hour to go,

shower and hit the road to my next show,

how could you know? if i wanted you to,

don't you think i would have told you?

you were always talking about your great big change,

aren't we all the same? a truth so strange,

how could it be unknown to so few who choose,

to never think the other person could change too,

all these lamborghinis, all this mercy,

all these memories i want to return, hurt me,

at least i'm worthy to share some with a ten,

even if i never ever will ever again.