A SongA Poem by SLOVA
Something's wrong
I don't think we're getting on Some kind of sad phenomenon Am I the only one worried We're twenty-one Your apartment's in the upper echelon Lately you move like an automaton What's going on tell me In my darkest hour I think of you With nothing but your eyes to get me through I'm bottomed out, what else can I do To keep something I know I'm about to lose You seem fine There's nothing going through your mind But I don't remember the last time you smiled It's been a while Sorry Have some wine A different person's sober so it's fine Only drunken lovers I can call mine Maybe given time You'll love me In my darkest hour I think of you With nothing but your eyes to get me through I'm bottomed out, what else can I do To keep something I know I'm about to lose Will you love me if I stay the same I try my hardest but I don't think I can change Let me try to make things better, okay I don't think I could take it if you went away We can go back to the basics Picking up your Newports at gas stations I wait in the bowels of my lover's patience We can go back to the basics Picking up your Newports at gas stations I wait in the bowels of my lover's patience In my darkest hour I think of you With nothing but your eyes to get me through I'm bottomed out, what else can I do To keep something I know I'm about to lose Will you love me if I stay the same I try my hardest but I don't think I can change Let me try to make things better, okay I'll do anything to make you stay © 2017 SLOVAReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 12, 2017 Last Updated on January 12, 2017 Tags: sadness, romance, song, uncertainty, disconnection Author
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