PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You are electric entities composing one half whole
And up until the final front I thought I knew you so

A satellite was all I was and orbit had gone stale
So gravity must be set aside so that I may prevail

And after that a barren strait was the path I stalked
Filling air with senseless talk and talk and talk and talk

Foolishly hormonal me would watch you wag your tail
Reaching just to fill my hand despite foregone affairs

But the love that was or not at all was loosely falling through
Making strides to further ends of those we thought we knew

And love sans frills may not exist though I may still pursue
A dream with lofting flimsy ends that collapses just as you.