The night sky, is the best time to write poetry.
Writing openly, reminds me of the stars that shines potently.
The divine feelings, feels electric…
All I ever wanted, was acceptance.
The rock and roll fire, inside, that is ringing;
It makes me feel, as if I am dreaming.
The electrical feelings that I experienced last night were chilling, because the love I need is still very distant.
Perhaps, I am strong alone, all along;
These are my longings.
Steady wishing for storms, so I can stand in the rain.
Still standing for a special kind of love, to wash away my pain.