PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Dry weather gives up, can't deny the frst mirage,

of any emotion catching my eye, opened the garage

to a fridge full of frozen water and cold beers,

next to a shelf of golden memories and long years,

why is it everytime we make it feel like the first?

acting all professional, nothing would be worse,

so we live with the knowledge of loves curse,

one day it's smiling back at you, next day it's dead in a hearse,

while it's alive and well, don't fall,

get off your seat and dance, don't stand by the wall,

i promise the movement, her legs and her hips,

will all move from the arch in her back to your lips,

doesn't she always tell you that you deserve better?

maybe i shoould hand her the unsent letter,

still closed and at this point, with no regret,

i can't remember what was written, you forget,

but i won't or can't, still not sure which,

she came into my life and flipped a switch,

now my days are happier, find meaning all over,

need not one drug, nor girl, to stay sober,

maybe i need to go and mull this over,

plug in my headphones and listen only to Hova,

sop on cold soda, just keep the pen writing,

sleep off the mental fighting, the horizon is igniting.