We met a few weeks ago,
It was heavy and slow
Until you had me attached
Probably I was mismatched
'Cause a bit later I got to know
You took your shot with her, oh no
I tried to forget your face but god I can't,
See you more than in my dreams
On the street you walk past more than before
I told nobody, they won't understand.
Their hearts don't jump when you're around
They get annoyed by seein you in town.
But still it was more than then,
Then with the others I had.
Maybe cause you're more alike
Or cause I have you for myself
Someone nobody would understand
And it makes me crazy thinking about you at night
Then wake up and continue to write
Trying to say you make me get bad karma
Imagining you with the caused drama.
This is going to be bad,
Throwing the thoughts away like gum wrap.
It's going to get down slow and passionate
Like the words on my tongue I never said.
The remains of you I have,
How you're so kind and make me laugh
The feeling of your breath against my neck
You don't know me like the nervous wreck,
I get when you walk past.
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Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
