The sky is crying again,
Not for the same reason as me.
I hope that fait steps in,
Making it drown beneath the lies we mean.
Light shining through both our minds
Feeling like we could drive the nights.
Secrets and Stories passing between us,
Laughing, ignoring the pain we caused.
In the next second you make me cuss,
Playing with fire, won't make this get lost.
Stepping back and forth with your heart,
In my hand it's safe till the darkness comes creeping,
Feelings floading in the last second
Before we pretend like this isn't alive.
YOU ARE READING
Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
