OF A NIGHT TURNED DARK

The stars came out to play

On a night some years ago.

This night would not stay

The night's beauty could be seen

Even though words spoke

And eyes shone

The stars lit the skies

Like an aurora wiggling with pride

Even though hearts started palpitating

Inwards palpitations

Everyone of a thousand steel blades

The piercings of which still feels sharp at thought

The night turned dark

Ironically, it made sense.

I was hoping against hope

As it could be said of every dream

What is love to you?

The night replied, "it is the sum total of all the stupid fancy things we think of put into one box, and without shame, we let it out, while all the time smiling like a sheepish fool."

The truth hurts. Just don't be the one needing the truth.