Porch Lights. (By: Chris Hathaway)

moths seem to like the light, even though they get burned.

that’s me, with you.

the porch lights are turned on, as I try to make the night magical.

we sway back n forth in the seat for two, as two kids in love do.

the squalor of relationships and love leave us searching for shooting stars in the night.

somehow I feel like the moths, searching for that porch light knowing ill get burned.

sometimes I wish I didn’t care as much, it’s something I don’t think I’ll ever learn.

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