by Marysa Writes
When it is past our curfew, kiss me under the glow of the single streetlamp on this road. Let us break from the screaming in the music representing our frustrations and hear the symphonies a quiet night can cause within our smiles. Every breath becomes a piano, every laugh acts as the whole damn orchestra. Let us enjoy the star’s dance to the sounds we are creating. Every touch we share ignites a spark powerful to light another in the sky. To the one solo act that soars; shoots above our heads, we wish that the sun will rise just a few minutes late so that we can enjoy the encore.