It was Saturday where the sun won't shine
The cafe that would get bored of you
The friends that would take pictures of you
Living the shades of a good Christian boy
You complained about the hot coffee
Then complained about the cold tea
Just like how you convinced the sea
About loving the scenery you feared
The philosophy that got you here
And the exposure you finally hit
Never once remembered the short time
He's writing things down for awhile
He was the bad news you've read
The burden you were excited to meet
The boredom you once needed
The secrets you once proud of
He went from there to agony
You went from there to blooming
Can't believe what the year did
We went from there to non-existent
You made the biggest mistakes
Dropping glass on cold pavements
Cleaning up everything just so they don't see
All the rampage hatred you've feared dearly
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?
