My city was a wasteland,
Full of cages, and fences,
Dramatic ladies, and big pretenders,
For a reason, it was paradise,
My August Boy was a montage,
A slow-motion, love potion,
Crashing in the ocean,
It broke my heart cause I was nice,
I was sunshine, he was midnight rain,
I wanted the comfort, he wanted that pain,
I wanted the little time, he wanted the fame,
He chased the plane, I stayed the same,
How can I feel without my muse, causing a loss,
All of him changed like a midnight rain,
Lakes are the perfect place to crave the pain,
YOU ARE READING
August Boy
Thơ caThese poems have been written with my bare hands and thoughts, and every letter holds an emotion with hidden damage. These poems are for the one who has owed my heart since the summertime. If these writings find him in a way, just let him know that...
