I missed the burning of a child
The growing that the media said
The home that felt like one
The kiss of a lilac sunset
By the park near the city
I've always been here all along
As I watched everything crumble
Into the tired old story
And a beautiful nostalgia
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Lovers at the Premiere Theater (Mini Poetry Collection)
PoetryStory of lovers that begins with insecurities of the future and ended with a reminiscence of history that separated the magic altogether. Was it truly the circumstances that got them here? or was the love never really there in the first place?
