PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I only write poems, never original songs,

what am i supposed to do when the Whiskeys gone?

take all my problems thought of during the day,

write it all out of my mind, nothing left to say,

i wrote it all out today, yesterday and the day before,

all about how i was hurt cause i cared more,

yet never before has a girl left me then told me,

she thinks of her choice everyday and loved the old me,

it was you who sold me without once owning,

and it was you who took my heart without me once doning,

try to stay in the zone and be who i am,

have friends who i never want to be, when i can,

oh damn, my biggest fear was written,

making me falll back into my bed like a kitten,

climbing out of these pits and taking a stand,

no more running away, confidence high in demand.