Four years passed by
I'm doing the same as I was
When I walked that overpass down the station
Cover my tears in the warmth of Bangkok
Painted skies, blue and bright
But the grey splashed overnight
From the things that somebody said
Back from last September to my whole life
How far could this go
When they stopped the birthday wishes
Or when they turned into strangers
All the excess they used against me
Things they've taken leaving me with nothing
Everything leading up to something
For once I would stop and think
About things I've tried to change
Nobody recognized the stolen face
From the lame high schoolers
To the more grown-up losers
One that was never born to be impressive
Now I sat on an Island
Far away from the place I've cried to
With dried tears and Solar Power
Wondering if the feelings would go away
All the meds and the heartache
The confrontation that never made it out
The many words playing on repeat
Nothing changed except my body
The familiar feelings in Bangkok
Thinking about the times that can't be seen
I sat down now looking out at the window
With the familiar feelings of a lost teenage dream
YOU ARE READING
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?
