MOVING OUT OF TOWN

and you have met thousands of people
on your way to London,
and I know they like you,
you are quite fun.

you must’ve smiled at dozens of them.
but you still love the one
who’s stuck in this weird city.

oh, what a shame on you
for loving the hot coffee girl.
the one whose heart is of stone,
but face filled with pearl.

the one whose eyes you look for in a crowd,
the one you told your
friends and professors about.

and you’ve met hundreds of girls
on your way to London,
and I know they like you.
you are so, so fun.

you must’ve made a sick joke
to make them all laugh,
but their smiles must’ve cut you into halves
and reminded you of the girl you left behind.

the one that dropped your brain
and made your heart blind.

all your friends told you
you will move on,
you both will kid in love.
you thought you knew a lot,
but it never was enough.

they’re so wrong, we both know.
it’s been forever,
we’re still stuck here.

so even though you moved to London
and I found me a job,
it’s a pity to come this far
and still hurt for the lost love.

living a life like a cycle on repeat.
I find you in the clothes you left behind,
and you find me in your heartbeat.

and you have met thousands of people
on your way to London,
and I know they like you,
you are quite fun.

you must’ve smiled at dozens of them.
but you still love the one
who’s stuck in this weird city.

oh, what a shame on you.

                                                - anonymous