I feel the sunlight in my back just
As cold as our togetherness, and I’m
Alone in the crowd, waking up at 2 has
Been a culture I’m following religiously
Because we always opted for late night
Conversations and I prepare black coffee
With minimum sugar because you never
Wanted to see your girlfriend growing her
Width, I wait night after night, with no
Motion in me, just like a lonely highway
Which has been run over thousand times
By the screeching tires of a truck and cars
But still lays there unnerving to be run over
Thousandth and one time.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
I feel the sunlight in my back just
As cold as our togetherness, and I’m
Alone in the crowd, waking up at 2 has
Been a culture I’m following religiously
Because we always opted for late night
Conversations and I prepare black coffee
With minimum sugar because you never
Wanted to see your girlfriend growing her
Width, I wait night after night, with no
Motion in me, just like a lonely highway
Which has been run over thousand times
By the screeching tires of a truck and cars
But still lays there unnerving to be run over
Thousandth and one time.
