Night Lights.
At midnight her heart, a vulnerable spark,
looks for some warmth for fire.
There is something warm, warmer than herself;
something to keep her alight.
She speaks in shortcuts; 'OMG!'s and 'LOL!'s,
and in pictures; smileys and stickers...
Hoping he will love her quicker;
Hoping he will love her at all.
But at midnight a heart, vulnerable spark,
is tired of looking for fires.
There is nothing warm, warmer than herself;
nothing can keep her alight.
She'll fizzle and freeze into cold blue hues
and shortcuts and pictures will fade...
But he had just loved her slowly;
In hoping she'd love him at all.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
Night Lights.
At midnight her heart, a vulnerable spark,
looks for some warmth for fire.
There is something warm, warmer than herself;
something to keep her alight.
She speaks in shortcuts; 'OMG!'s and 'LOL!'s,
and in pictures; smileys and stickers...
Hoping he will love her quicker;
Hoping he will love her at all.
But at midnight a heart, vulnerable spark,
is tired of looking for fires.
There is nothing warm, warmer than herself;
nothing can keep her alight.
She'll fizzle and freeze into cold blue hues
and shortcuts and pictures will fade...
But he had just loved her slowly;
In hoping she'd love him at all.
Again, Facebook *****
