City lights seemed so lonely in the dark,
and empty streets longed to be touched.
Lost cars raced fearlessly among the lines,
while others simply walked to find a home.
Hearts were left behind and others were kept,
by strangers who forgot to share their memories.
Broken promises consumed the bittersweet memories,
and souls rested in empty places that only came with the dark.
Nostalgia disappeared into merged realities and was kept,
and love no longer left whispers and didn’t crave to be touched.
Signs held no meaning and no one found a home,
but sins created vague lines.
Unbothered wanderers ignored the lines,
and were satisfied with losing their memories.
Leftover beauty tried to fight with empty hope to come home,
but inevitable despair led broken hearts to beds that were dark.
Pieces of cold glass were standing in the way of a touch,
and restless feet brought cries that the still night, kept.
Sweet surprises hid in boxes that oblivion kept,
and the rain kept disguising the blurry lines.
Trembling hands caught tears before the ground was touched.
Time emptied out the memories.
Reflections in calm waters turned dark,
so perhaps this meant that sorrow crawled into a new home.
Where is home?
Swimming in circles where insanity’s idea of sanity is kept,
and thoughts dive in the peace of the dark.
Comfort comes with being lost without straight lines.
Reaching up to grasp escaping memories,
but the depth of loss prefers to be touched.
Wide eyes, shut when sweet dreams are touched.
Suddenly, spirits fall back into their home,
and the changes they fear kiss rising memories.
The stranger’s secrets are safely kept,
until they fall off the familiar lines.
They pray to the stars that they don’t turn dark.
Found memoriies that were lost, are now touched.
The dark merges into light and finds its home.
A kept image of a vague paradise draws a fine line.
