Here's to the lies and surprise
They'll say "It's not over till it's over"
And they'll just sit and sip
Time circles all the time
What we do is what we'll do
Telling a tale of a girl and a boy
Placing walls between them
Leaving one window open
The beautiful moment doesn't always have to be the fireworks
Sometimes it can be us
YOU ARE READING
the archives from batch no. 823
Poetrya collection of unsaid thoughts, archived in my mind and now written in words.
