𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

the longer it goes on
i figure it's never
going to happen.
the romantic starlight
and the city streets
racing like my heartbeat
won't ever save us.
i write late at night
in lamplight
and you drink yourself dry
in fluorescents.
it was never going to be
you and i.
but that didn't stop me
from wishing it would be.