have you ever seen christmas lights between tears?
they're a dazzling sight
that kept me company
into the winter season
imaginary flakes of snow
fall against the road
against the black
the black of night
when our windows kept in
our dying conversation
light of fire
holds us close
likes ghost of a feather
as we both hope
against god's will
that we'll stay forever
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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poesiestatic 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
