If we sat together watching another sunset,
would you tell me if you're bored yet?
The romantics can't fade into habits,
we can't afford to sacrifice the way we connect,
fuck the flowers, can we be direct?
There's nothing to lose in being honest,
there's no point in lying if we really want it
so tell me the truth, do these mean shit to you?
If you'll really be the one in a hundred,
why am I the one who's always haunted?
YOU ARE READING
spectrum // poetry
Poetrya multicoloured view of the world we live in. dive in with me, let's explore the rainbows.
