when the floodlights hit my body,
i hope it dazzles clearly
for i am scared iโll disappear in a crowd
and the beam of light wonโt notice me.
although iโm frantically waving my arms
๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ
with those eyes that make the moon seem small
that make the sun lose some of its glory.
and once the day will bring forth no light
and we will have to forge some ourselves.
your arms will be the anchors
holding Earth still
and iโll lasso the sun two times around
and coax it out of the nimbostratus clouds
๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ
it whimpers.
when we walk in alleyways with no streetlights,
i hope you hold my jacket sleeve or my hand in the cold chill of the sudden change in temperature.
i pray that youโll still watch me
so strangers walking with the darkness
donโt steal me away
and make a jail cell out of my heart
leaving the prisoners it detained pacing and awake.
i hope the streetlight shines or your heart bursts into the fire of one thousand suns
just
promise me youโll
๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ
there are certain people who make me feel pretty great. and iโm not, but itโs sweet of them.
written: 8/2/24
published: 8/10/24
