PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I remember my last night at hotel Massa,

rewriting my personality, starting a new chapter,

what happens after? i'm sure you can guess,

she played many games, winner gives the loser stress,

silence is silver, communication golden,

if your presence were felt i wouldn't be holdin,

this isn't bowlin or baseball but you strike me

as the type of girl who would never truly like me,

maybe that's why i will never forget you,

and the reason why i will always regret you,

cause no matter how hard i try i know,

to each other neither of us will again go,

long bus ride, longer car ride,

do you like me wish we were traveling side by side?

could be my pride keeps me from texting you to say,

what do horses eat bub? hey.