PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

These things I love all remind me of you,

a boy sitting on a porch struggling with an old lighter thought out loud. 

The past was something we watched burn up in a struggle,

I forgave, apologised but I won't allow those ashes define us.  

I been applying my paintbrush to the canvas,

the things my hands have created

out way the things I've destroyed

or at least that's what I like to tell myself.