PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I've been sitting here awhile staring at a blank page,

wondering what i can explain and wishing i was a past age,

figuring out what thought will initially start,

my pen moving on each line, like beans to a fart,

should have tried to reason and explain,

instead of moving seasons and erasing my brain,

remember how you were always able to produce a smile,

something i haven't found in a girl for a while,

no matter where i'm laying down resting,

or if i'm at class acting smart and testing,

i will carry the memory of you where ever i go,

if only i could grow some guts and let you know,

i remember when, you texted me all day,

now i wish the excuse you don't was San-day,

i'll pack up and move, just give me time,

for me to make us right in my mind.