If I stole all the light streaks that glittered from the bolts that seared me once upon a time
Remembering how I formed the feelings into letters and words that had reason and rhyme
So maybe I could explain to you why
I'm crying all the time
I just miss those lights and those bright nights
With the howling of the wind whistling through the air and whipping my hair
Empty spaces and tight embraces and raspy voices in my ears
Something to streak into my skin until it's layered with a million sears
So that all of the panic and worry and fear
And all of the glitter that shone through my tears
Melted away into the warm embrace of just knowing that you
Care
About the Creator
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Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Heartfelt and relatable
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