All I see at bars is bouncing, smiles,
and laughter full of sad eyes and
repression.
A bunch of lonely
people
looking
for a warm night and a cold morning.
Connections built to a beat, and you
have to blame
all parties
because that's what bars are for.
A house of human fluid,
dank floors filled with
feet and fluttering hearts,
moving parts when all
any of us needs
is a real caring conversation.
A real daring contemplation,
I know, but though I'm a young
anomoly, I honestly believe
these thieves of youth are used to their
dishonest truths.
We don't even know it's a problem.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
All I see at bars is bouncing, smiles,
and laughter full of sad eyes and
repression.
A bunch of lonely
people
looking
for a warm night and a cold morning.
Connections built to a beat, and you
have to blame
all parties
because that's what bars are for.
A house of human fluid,
dank floors filled with
feet and fluttering hearts,
moving parts when all
any of us needs
is a real caring conversation.
A real daring contemplation,
I know, but though I'm a young
anomoly, I honestly believe
these thieves of youth are used to their
dishonest truths.
We don't even know it's a problem.
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