City Of LightsA Poem by Giulia King. . . It's 2 am and she's wide awake. Staring at the moonlight, coming in from her windowpane. Her mind is racing and her thoughts are haunting her. He's always in her head at night. Outside, there's a city of lights and noise. The flatiron building, standing tall and gracious. She always felt like that building, but never told anyone. How can you feel like a building? It's a thing, she shrugged to the thought of it. But it stands so tall and it's weird, like her. Out there, girls were walking home in their stilettos. Making that click click sound on the pavement, and laughing about the nights festivities. People were shouting for "Taxi!" Others were arguing about the noise. I want to live a life like that. I want to be out there.. living a life worth writing about. She thought. "Can't sleep?" "There's too much noise outside. What are people doing outside in this hour?" "Lost souls never sleep during the night. They are always out there, enjoying the darkness." He said. I guess I too belong out there. "You belong in a museum." "You are art. A piece of artwork, I can stare at forever. I always find new colors and curves of your mind that I fall in love with." The voice said. She went numb, startled at the voice that told her all the right things. It's you. "Your mind is like an ocean of secrets" He said. She was so tangled in the lie, she started to believe in it in the end. © 2017 Giulia KingAuthor's Note
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