Can't you see, the rain you bring
Every time you close the wine bin,
Is it enough to scream then act free
Can't you see how you bring me down so casually?
I thought about leaving you here alone,
But you're so close and I drive back home,
You're my secret obsession that everyone knows
I thought of screaming but you're still the one I chose.
Was it hard to leave me hanging in the field?
Drinking the weekend through you're not getting healed.
We kept on talking about what happened at midnight,
Was it wrong to choose you as my knight?
You kept your guard up when I opened the screen door,
We fought and what was it all for?
Listen to me I can't have you dead at noon,
You kept on saying things that will happen soon.
YOU ARE READING
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.
