a letter to You:

in dark places
where thoughts are fireworks,
uncontrolled,
they rain down w/ lost hope & dull colors;
all thats heard is screams.
“oohs” & “ahs” are exclaimed
by passing by strangers, oblivious
to wrongs and rights.
yet still, somewhere
Your voice is heard, & drowns out the screaming,
Your lyrics an oath to keep living;
a drumbeat of adrenaline & motivation,
& melodies that tell stories of everything
that needs to be told.
& the dark, shows a little more light
& the fireworks become an
opportunity.
they rain down in promises
instead of the past;
Your pretty voice & Your perfect melodies sound off
& push out the booms.
& maybe if Your songs were
just a little bit longer
this letter would be different
but for now itll
have to do.

signed: supposedly non-existent