#LonelyStreetlight
Under the hum of the streetlight’s glow,
Whispers drift in the shadows below.
The night holds secrets, soft and tight,
Fading confessions in the quiet of night.
Silent voices, lost in the air,
Regrets and truths, too heavy to share.
Each flicker of light, a quiet cry,
Beneath the vast, indifferent sky.
People pass, with faces unread,
Yet inside them, a thousand words are said.
Unspoken confessions that weigh on their chest,
In the silence of night, they find no rest.
The streetlight flickers, its yellow hue,
Reflecting the pain they’ve all been through.
Yet it offers no answers, no place to hide,
Just a flickering glow where they coincide.
Under the hum of the streetlight’s glow,
Whispers drift in the shadows below.
The night holds secrets, soft and tight,
Fading confessions in the quiet of night.
Silent voices, lost in the air,
Regrets and truths, too heavy to share.
Each flicker of light, a quiet cry,
Beneath the vast, indifferent sky.
People pass, with faces unread,
Yet inside them, a thousand words are said.
Unspoken confessions that weigh on their chest,
In the silence of night, they find no rest.
The streetlight flickers, its yellow hue,
Reflecting the pain they’ve all been through.
Yet it offers no answers, no place to hide,
Just a flickering glow where they coincide.
Dreams of redemption and quiet pleas,
Carried away on the midnight breeze.
As the city sleeps and the world turns away,
The streetlight remains, until the break of day.
Hidden confessions in the cool, dark air,
A timeless reminder that life’s never fair.
Under the streetlight, so constant and bright,
The unspoken truths come alive in the night.
Dreams of redemption and quiet pleas,
Carried away on the midnight breeze.
As the city sleeps and the world turns away,
The streetlight remains, until the break of day.
Hidden confessions in the cool, dark air,
A timeless reminder that life’s never fair.
Under the streetlight, so constant and bright,
The unspoken truths come alive in the night.
Under the hum of the streetlight’s glow,
Whispers drift in the shadows below.
The night holds secrets, soft and tight,
Fading confessions in the quiet of night.
Silent voices, lost in the air,
Regrets and truths, too heavy to share.
Each flicker of light, a quiet cry,
Beneath the vast, indifferent sky.
People pass, with faces unread,
Yet inside them, a thousand words are said.
Unspoken confessions that weigh on their chest,
In the silence of night, they find no rest.
The streetlight flickers, its yellow hue,
Reflecting the pain they’ve all been through.
Yet it offers no answers, no place to hide,
Just a flickering glow where they coincide.
Dreams of redemption and quiet pleas,
Carried away on the midnight...