I'm missing you like the bus in the afternoon
Can't help feeling confused, perplexed in the avenues
London lights cure home sickness but it's not feeling right
Since I've recently moved into you
I'm needing you, assiduously calculating routes
Fastest is catching a tube, I'm gonna catch two
Mid-July, the peak of the season is just on time
I'm finding that I like your eyes more with the longer they're in my life
And I don't know what it is to leave a perfect existence
I've never been the type to brag to lead pristine condition
But when I'm with you, it's stereotypical
Cues
Cues
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
