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The Lovers On The Bridge
"You and The Point are Complete Strangers"
Me waking up with swelled eyes;
You handling me the ice pack,
Me staring at you tormently;
You thinking I am on slack!
You are my "Guilty Pleasure";
I let you hold me as some trophy,
Oh! You taste like Caffeine,
so, I started drinking coffee.
No, that's not Hot
We're not in some "Shakespeare's play",
You were supposed to make my dreams come true
but instead you took them away.
So I drove over the Bridge last night,
the same one where "Alex and Michele" separate,
On one side there are You
thinking it as "The Pont des Arts"
While I on the other side am Desperate.
Desperation to be held
Desperation to be loved
And it seems nothing until the Hurricane hits,
but in your arms all my broken pieces somehow fits.
© VanS
Me waking up with swelled eyes;
You handling me the ice pack,
Me staring at you tormently;
You thinking I am on slack!
You are my "Guilty Pleasure";
I let you hold me as some trophy,
Oh! You taste like Caffeine,
so, I started drinking coffee.
No, that's not Hot
We're not in some "Shakespeare's play",
You were supposed to make my dreams come true
but instead you took them away.
So I drove over the Bridge last night,
the same one where "Alex and Michele" separate,
On one side there are You
thinking it as "The Pont des Arts"
While I on the other side am Desperate.
Desperation to be held
Desperation to be loved
And it seems nothing until the Hurricane hits,
but in your arms all my broken pieces somehow fits.
© VanS
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