Downtown there was a coffeehouse.
Inside that coffeehouse, worked a boy of barely eighteen
If only he knew how much I loved him
I watched him from afar, wanting him to come and ask me what I wanted to order
I’ve been watching him ever since he worked here
With my bright red lipstick and white dress,
I’ve been wearing this exact look for almost two years
Sometimes he walks past where I sit on the balcony
Sometimes he comes and sits with me on the balcony
He acts like I’m not there though, strange
He’s usually nice to everyone
Or maybe it’s because
I’m dead.
(l.e.)
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
Downtown there was a coffeehouse.
Inside that coffeehouse, worked a boy of barely eighteen
If only he knew how much I loved him
I watched him from afar, wanting him to come and ask me what I wanted to order
I’ve been watching him ever since he worked here
With my bright red lipstick and white dress,
I’ve been wearing this exact look for almost two years
Sometimes he walks past where I sit on the balcony
Sometimes he comes and sits with me on the balcony
He acts like I’m not there though, strange
He’s usually nice to everyone
Or maybe it’s because
I’m dead.
(l.e.)
This is so not my best work, but I kind of like this and was like #YOLO why not.
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