The Light

I drove through bridges and tunnels,
alleyways and crowded streets
to meet You in a shady hotel
on the bad side of town;

an occurrence once repeated earlier
with two other girls.

Though this time was different.
I wasn’t lying when I said
“Because of You, I burn brightly”

and then You began to cry

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I thought since no one had updated in a while I'd put up a poem I really like.

Currently listening to:
1901 - Phoenix