hope leaves at midnight.
desire is the flickering motel lamp.
a couples' laughter spills through
the cracked blinds,
and echoes through hidden corners
in forgotten places.
this mischievous guest, desire,
moves into loneliness.
rivers of my soul,
traces of the past,
the places where small joys hide.
rivers of my soul,
bangs on walls,
untangles memories laid to rest.
but laughter fills my empty spaces.
love runs wild,
refuses to go dark.
O, river of my soul.
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 10:12 PM UTC
hope leaves at midnight.
desire is the flickering motel lamp.
a couples' laughter spills through
the cracked blinds,
and echoes through hidden corners
in forgotten places.
this mischievous guest, desire,
moves into loneliness.
rivers of my soul,
traces of the past,
the places where small joys hide.
rivers of my soul,
bangs on walls,
untangles memories laid to rest.
but laughter fills my empty spaces.
love runs wild,
refuses to go dark.
O, river of my soul.
