Jan 2019
Sitting silently.
Waiting.
To be used.
The time will come when
They will
Turn on...
Bright.
And vibrant.
Practically, glowing
In the night.
Quiet and still for hours.
Growing warm by the
Minute.
Until they are forced to
Blink out.
And return
To their dark
And lonesome
Ways.
Waiting.
To be used.
The time will come when
They will
Turn on...
Bright.
And vibrant.
Practically, glowing
In the night.
Quiet and still for hours.
Growing warm by the
Minute.
Until they are forced to
Blink out.
And return
To their dark
And lonesome
Ways.
I wrote this reeeealllly quickly. I could have made it better tbh. But enjoy my poem about the POV of xmas lights hanging on my ceiling lol.
