PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I look up and there’s the sky.

I look left and there you are.

Always here.

I look down and we have paint smeared on our hands

we have made ourselves

a little more each other.

I might have tried to call this love a weapon

it can still leave them staring

and we do not back down.

No matter where the road ends

we have gotten this far

we have shaken

the world this much.

They will not stop hearing our echo

the aftershock of this beat

we can’t hold in the music.