Streetlights,
Streetlights,
Midnights,
Daylights.
Your eyes,
Never seem to change.
The voices are screaming,
Teaming,
Tears streaming.
But that laugh,
That damned smile,
Soft and timid.
And you are a storm,
A spring storm.
You came quick and unknowingly,
I'm just praying you won't leave my like that.
And I hear these voices,
These choices swirling.
Should I love you,
Or leave you,
'Cause I surely can't do both.
YOU ARE READING
Hair Dye
PoetryA book of poems made from the darkest parts of my head to the lightest parts of my heart.