PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

One thing no person will ever understand,

is why i love the smell of ink on my hand,

paper being high in demand, roll or write,

i know i have a lot to give, alright,

a girl who any day would talk me off a bridge,

hold my arm tight and lay on my shoulder at Ridge,

make me smile without any sex,

all she'd need is to throw me a text,

i've got a ton more to give, i believe,

would anyone want what is left of me?

or am i simply a space waster on Earth,

doomed to live a writers life since birth,

i'm a worker, a writer, a thinker, a musician,

i don't need any saving, pick another mission,

i've got a lot more to give and live i will,

but it doesn't mean i don't miss you, still.