The nights I feel most happy, like an anomaly in the dark times were the nights I found you the most beautiful.
It was you, me, our hearts beating and
the soft shine of the moon, holding the echo of the sun that had retreated to my past. These days are the anomaly in the blur; crying happy just trying to find the words.
These days are everything
and nothing
but a junction to my final destination in which holds nothing more or less than my greatest truths, my darkest secrets, my lovers and my fallen enemies.
These days are the anomaly in the blur. The soft sweet stolen sips of shots and liqueur. The thrill and the desperation, only to crash before the final destination... The blurred lines, a soft curse. The blurred days only got worse.
But there's still those nights, those oh so beautiful nights... Living as we were. The nights I felt most happy, like an anomaly in the blur.
YOU ARE READING
THE EUPHORIC NIGHTS COLLECTION!
PoetryTHE EUPHORIC NIGHTS COLLECTION: my eighth poetry album, telling stories of the nights i felt most alive and the nights i didn't. Euphoria ( /juːˈfɔːriə/ 1st February 2021. © 2021 Billy Waugh
