Take the way home.
My circus has fallen down to the end,
What would I change,
if I could.
Your fake train is approaching miles to miles,
your love must been real tonight.
You were lying, I was thinking,
And I was drinking.
Three hundred sixty five days and more,
you've been trying to love me.
And I need a fake love,
I need a real life,
I need little wine,
everything else should die.
Things I remember, things I forget,
I don't know what to say,
But I wish this was a small world,
I'm too lonely for this big town.
I need fake love.
And some wine.
I need fake love.
Everything else should die.
©pen_and_paper
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Here's a sad poem about a happy ending.
Inspired from album, "August and everything after."
Fiction.
"If she remembers, she hides it, whenever we meet."
"I had too much to drink, I didn't think of you."