You should have left the moment I opened the door,
The moment when I was in for more.
I told you 'I can't let me ruin you'
Still you said it wasn't the truth.
Have you ever thaught of something better?
I will make you drown in fears like a mad-hatter.
Thoughts that fly around the room you locked yourself in, dear.
Are not passing just cause you're here.
In the end it will make you feel worse,
So go and never come back here please.
How can it be so hard for you to leave?
When I tell you 'I don't need you, life in peace.'
Cause I will the one burning you down,
Dragging you along with me tear down the crown,
Visiting hours are passing by
And you're still here listening to my.
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.
