Daylight.

One for the limelight, wooden benches witness
Poetry unspoken, a catch like none before.
A storm in plain sight, knowingly uncertain
A text turned to murals, like a child led astray

Shimmering gold amidst the black, you were one who stood high,
Chaos in my mind, trouble till the horizons.
Drunk in the idea, the idea of being yours,
You’re everything wrong, that’s why this is.

Standing at cross roads, everything hazy,
Comfort and calm, adventure and adrenaline.
One for the colors that paint the sky,
Other for the neon glowing in the dark.

Where do I go, what do I do?
What if it ends in a heart unmended,
A reputation torn and broken,
Blinding me away in a blazing red.

Midnight and dawn, sex and the stars,
For the sun can’t see, what daylight is like.