I want
The grey stops altogether
Aim for my eyes like an archer
He doesn't want this anymore
Emotional fall down
You would look at me
Only when the desire kicks in
Like a plastic doll rolled in a playground
In your bedroom, I turned old
From the tiny desk to a cold night
Looking at how you start losing it
He doesn't want me anymore
Boring and repetitive
Exciting and surprising
The idea doesn't translate anymore
The conversation grew old
I would see you in a month
Inside a little screen in my palm
Connected by the forgotten dreams
Things that are building up to a moment
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?
