PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

It's scary to think how hectic life has become,

all in all it's a great time if a chord is strum,

even if i'm working, you'll hear a whistle or a hum,

all the time my memories replay, all the time music has become

the only way to release the pain in my brain,

i write to release my hearts, still the same,

be it through guitar or pen, my hand creates,

a beauty because of you i never thought i'd make,

the feeling i get reading anything written between us last summer,

it's as if someone ran over my chest with a fully loaded Hummer,

while they too were humming, what a scary thought,

that nothing will ever end up like i thought,

while she is off succeeding in her way, who knows?

maybe one night you could see ME succeed at one of my few shows,

no more singing though, unless it's one i must,

open up and just, sing...the feeling you'll come to trust.