PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Sit above a leaking box

And tap the night away

Praying for an open chord

To tell me what to say



Strings to slap and fool myself

To think I'm something more

Then the mediocre here or there

That's losing at his core



And Ms. Meander I can try

To sympathize with you

And tend to you when you fall ill

Or when you follow through



But everybody ruins things

When I try to act so sweet

I burn myself when I take off

Or land upon my feet



We're so alike Meander mine

It hurts to see your tears

I don't know how to make things right

Or how to make things clear



You build your fancy artistry

I stumble over blocks

Land upon you so triumphant

And crush your winning stock



Because I am the endless clog

That you will soon replace

And as you reach to dust me off

Your lips will touch my face



You'll promise me your side at mine

And tug me back and forth

While I worry, while I stare

You'll lead me somewhere warm



And there we can just share ourselves

Falling for our glance

After all, we're only kids

Who only took a chance.