Runny neon streaks
shimmer in the rain-drenched streets.
You're finally seeing these roads
when you moved here ages ago,
with your eyes closed so tight,
psyching your mind up for a fight.
But no foe was found,
for hearts rest on this quiet ground.
All eyes soften with the rain,
lips too gentle to complain.
And you whisper to the misty blue
how you're thankful for this life anew.
Written 2.1.11 @ 9:50 PM