Whispers inside the stationary vehicle
Are louder than the metallic movement surrounding us.
Spires rise to the sky
At variable heights.
Heat rises and falls
Circulating in the empty atmosphere.
A certain fury can be felt.
Lavender implosions swallow the world
On your left and right
Allowing drops of rose to spring forth from the ground.
Fire burns impressions from the past,
To create ideas of the present.
Emancipate your feelings of this placebo love.
Condensation on the inside
Lets you draw words of romance
That those on the outside
Will misinterpret.
But what will happen
When the engine turns off and the sun goes down
And the pedestrians leave
While only stars and streetlights alone illuminate our path?
Will an affirmation of us be discovered?
Or shall desire overcome it all,
And burn all the roses?
Even when these roses have never embraced snow.
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