Broken down café and grey coffee
Dull music playing in the jukebox
Stormy clouds through the windowsill
Unsolved crossword left on the table
Sordid, vacuous, vapid life
Drawing up an invitation to death
Leeching out all the memories
Things that make me happy
Is it just me
Or is the world turning grey?
Pulling out all the emotion
All the things I was promised to see
If life were a ride, I'm looking at it
But I'm stuck here in the waiting line
With people jostling and pushing me
Trying to reach the feel of thrill
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Saudade
PoetryCompilations of my deep dark thoughts clashing with graphite and paper and refined by a screen...
