Shit rant poems

Trinkets

Its no fun

Finishing a day our

No

A date out

In the city

With the people and bustling streedt and trams

And then coming home

And emptying your pockets

The worst part is having to acknowledge that its over

With the pieces we find

And pieces we Discovery

And despite

Promises to come back again

Todays drinks have been drunk

Hands held

Looks stolen

Words said

Now we have to go back to being plain old humans again

And of that

I am not a fan

But we can look back

In the few pictures we take

And trinkets traded

Candy uneaten

And we can think

Reminisce about times so recent

Talk

Thank

Chat again

But it sucks

To be apart

And to have to say goodbye

Under watchful circumstances

Maybe because a kiss

Would seal everything

Make it more perfect

But i guess

We will have to settle

Be ambitious for the next day together

Next journey

Our adventure

But never fear

Ill win enough points to stay ahead

Just remember to think clearly

Not straightly

Dont call me buddy

Only babe

Otherwise ill have bitter memories

When I drink the tea

You ever so gracefully gifted me

Gorgeously like in the name

On our last venture

I'm yet to but have the knowledge that I'll steal a kiss

I'll even wear the lip gloss that you said I should buy