Kill the Lights

If the world went away,
And all our worries turned to sand,
You said you could live without regret
And finally be my man.

But you could only love me
After the sun had set.
And it hurt me like shards of glass,
Not yet crushed and burned back to the ash
We wish our fears were made of.
Though my soul was on fire,
You never bothered to ask.

And when you marched away to be a man of men,
I resorted to my studies
And chained myself to bed.
While you were out there dying to be somebody,
I was trying to get you out of my head.

But then something happened that I couldn’t explain,
It didn’t seem to matter that you were just the same
As all the other guys inflicting their pain,
On a lonely starry eyed fool once again.

I made myself a promise that we would be together,
So I bought myself a gun,
And I shot it to feel better.
At first I shot at targets and bricks just for fun,
Then I aimed up to the sky,
And I shot up at the sun.

Thought if I could kill the lights
Maybe it would be alright,
Then they’d never have to see what I see
That you and I were meant to be.

So if you could only love me in the dark,
I’d shoot the sun right out of that sky,
Boy cross my heart and hope to die,
So that we’d never have to be apart.

If the world went away,
And all our worries turned to sand,
We could live without doubts
And you could finally be a man.

 

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About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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