It's been a time we were all happy,
And flashing light were greet to go,
Might seem ideal, right? Oh, baby
Night hides a lot, stars've seen a war,
Or constant battles. So now
I
Want you
To hear me
Telling you: "I'm over. Finally. I'm over."
Goodbye, my baby, hope you're happy.
***
One day I was watching some of Will Darbyshire's video and run into the one telling us about letter to "This Modern Love" (if you don't know, it's a book full of wonderful stories about love from different people all around the world). And there was one phrase, "Dear John...", which craved into my mind constantly. So later that night this one was written.
PS. If you hadn't before, pay attention on the beginnings of the each line.
YOU ARE READING
grains; poetry
Poetrya book full of lost girl's baby steps into art; could be inspired by randomly spoken words, hidden gems of our world, silent easiness and everything in between Oh, and... Full of stars and never experienced silent nights under the open sky
