these angles have a good way of keeping me company
while everything else moves,
with the hums and the drums
the buzz of the night breaks through my windows
through the curtains that hide me away from it all.
these angles have a way of sparking lights in thoughts
a once upon a time,
and they bring fire.
they burn holes right through me.
all within a group of four broken walls
the ceiling has no way of keeping this inside.
and with perfect timing, fingertips build together
while still leaving want.