It started on the floor of the bus,
got hot on your grandma's carpet,
and ended in a drunken mess.
It started in your brother's arms,
got hot behind the counter,
and ended in your passenger seat.
It started with smoking in-between the pages of a play,
got hot after your break up,
and ended in a sad realization.
It started with a place to live,
got hot over some one on one truth or dare,
and ended with a comic book.
It started with reconnecting to become roomies,
got hot at the bottom of a bottle behind your boyfriend's back,
and ended in pure hate.
It started with a funny message,
got hot on the dancefloor of my favourite club,
got serious hearing your voice everyday
and ended with goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
ŞiirI write a lot of poetry, this is just some more of it. Mostly sad shit
