You’re a Writer Now (Pissing in the Wind)

You’re a Writer Now (Pissing in the Wind)

I caught you in the paper the other day,

An article from the music scene,

About the place we used to dance.

In the old days we shared our dreams,

Until the day I moved away.

Since then while things have changed,

I still play the same old games.

While you write I stand outside,

Rolling stones against the sea. 

Reviews

[{A}shley {B}lack @-;-]

An excellent poem Really honest and thought provoking it emits your sadness thinking about the past which I really enjoyed

well done

100/100 from me