Street Fantasies.

You said the red stop light illuminated my beauty in the night. At what point did we leave the district of red? When did the light change telling us to go?

I’ve hoped for a chance. My insecurities are like a cancer. Throw down your rope and I can’t hold on; always letting go. I think I was fascinated by the beauty of possibility. I’m scared I’m just a very real mistake. Still, a part wishes you’d stay with me. I had a moment and my heart wishes we could make more.

The rain washed away all my tears. Mourning birds sing to me, awake. I just want to stay in the dream of the night. It’s 6 am and now I’m standing dry.  Without you is real and together is a lie. Why give you a name just for you to take it away?