have you ever seen the city at night
when all the streetlights are lit
inside a passing car on the freeway
but tonight things are different
the lights spring up and out
from the garden of lamps
they're big and bright and powerful
the cars block the sound
it's the silence that is left
and the city beckons me
in it's state of celebration
call them colors of comfort
have you ever seen fireworks
across a lake of loneliness
they soar so high they become stars
all while stopping in the night
hiding in the shelter of a tree
wrapped in evening's winds
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
