here I am in the chestnut tree café,
sipping those lies with a side of deceit,
I'll be fine if I sit here and obey
but I'm standing up, walking down the street
"under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold
you and you sold me" and walked to the store
and what is beautiful and what is old
captures me as the thoughts of the before
begins to pull me to a world unknown
as she passes me those words "I love you"
now we're hiding in the room with our moans
and refusing to let us be subdued
by all those lies that will keep us alive
until I know "two plus two equals five"
Author's Note: I wrote this after reading 1984 by George Orwellas with the poem "i love you" and I'm not happy with this poem but I decided to post it anyways.