WHEN I KNEW IT WASN’T LOVE
While walking through Montmartre,
And only thinking about two
Is when I realized Paris was
Waiting for me at home with you
When I spent the day—
Preoccupied by your skin
And it’s sweet over side.
When you spent it bored—
And soaking in cigarettes
Leaving questions in the tide.
When on the train
You took the window seat
And said it was beautiful
When I sat by the aisle
Because you were my window
And to me the world was dull
When I paused to let you walk first.
When you quickened your step
Because you knew I would.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
WHEN I KNEW IT WASN’T LOVE
While walking through Montmartre,
And only thinking about two
Is when I realized Paris was
Waiting for me at home with you
When I spent the day—
Preoccupied by your skin
And it’s sweet over side.
When you spent it bored—
And soaking in cigarettes
Leaving questions in the tide.
When on the train
You took the window seat
And said it was beautiful
When I sat by the aisle
Because you were my window
And to me the world was dull
When I paused to let you walk first.
When you quickened your step
Because you knew I would.