Chandeliers - Summer Fiction

Thoughts remain

Feelings unspoken

A moth to flame

Walking on broken glass

Catch a plane

To the Sahara

Then pray for rain

Running mascara

Now’s the time to get on your feet, dear

Love is blind under the chandeliers

Under the chandeliers

An unmade bed

A high threshold for pain

The things you said

A pillowcase lipstick stain

Now’s the time to put on your face dear

You were mine under the chandeliers

Under the chandeliers

Under the chandeliers

Look up at the chandeliers