Looking down
Put me down
Things that comes at night
Would come to me at daylight
Twenty one and already over
I beg something to get me sober
From the things they put me through
From the lights that turned blue
I'm happier now if they asked
Even if things grew older and tired
Walking down the pavement
With little sympathy for the damned
Hard to shine under the bright sky
Where everybody knows what's going on
I was behind for a little while
Then missed everything for a lifetime
I swear I was golden a decade ago
Didn't know what they taught me at school
But I lost everything to a system
Where I turn myself to capitalism
Love and drama make it worse
I need to reschedule my funeral each time
With all the things they taught me at campus
To be the future that shines on everything
It's a beautiful life
To lie about being alive
To lie on the hard cold pavements
I feel happier now that I'm here
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?
