33 Romanov

She dance like a Romanov,
whether the music’s on or the lights are off,
the glow of the phone on her face- that’s a yellow card
she ain’t falling for the gentleman routine- that’s a red card
She give you soul amnesia-
and with her heart-shaped mouth,
you’re so under her breath

she says,
i’ll never believe in Forever again…
Forever, you lied to me again

and you spend all day like you have time,
& you drive away like I’m standing still,
and anything but words will work tonight,
she dance just like a Romanov,
and Forever, you lied again

I forgot what you felt like today
& I didnt think about you at all yesterday

I’m not feeling like forever anymore,
I’m barely beginning to feel right now again