We met in the summer heat
At Cafe Fifty-three
You fed me perfect lies
As we greedily chased
The shallow highs
I was in love
I thought you were too
Now I'm just another girl
Apart of a queue
Nothing left but a broken heart
That you so viciously
tore apart
It hurts that you're so unaware
But if someday
Somehow
You finally start to care
You can come find her
The girl that used to be
At Cafe
Fifty-three
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Jupiter (Poetry)
Poetrythis is where I let my thoughts breathe and heart bleed
