PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Dear dancer, why do i still remember us?

my answer is your kiss is what all will be judged

by, even if you said bye i still feel,

that for a short amount of time we were real,

still, it's hard to wonder what if there was no Italy,

what if there was a future, are you kiddin me?

then it starts hittin me, if i over think it, it's only

cause i understand how i'm back to being lonely,

or maybe it only means i enjoy any little way,

that i can still keep a piece of us alive each day,

seems too emotional, but that's me,

i'm quiet, i'm shy, i am not what you see,

she saw a man pretending to be a boy,

she saw a boy trying not to annoy,

i saw a girl who was everything i want and need,

she saw me only as a good summer book to read.