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Lighters in the air

The weekend rave ballade

By Some GuyPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

The winds are freezing on the new year's night

But inside is that sweet false sensation

Never though these days were something to write

Especially when losing narration

So allow me to write a citation

Making my youthful meaningless joy bare

As many weekends pass by the nation

That feeling of your lighter in the air

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Staying until early hours of daylight

Swallowing bliss without hesitation

A horrible bitter Taste if you bite

Then comes the loud musical rotation

The bass heard and felt was my sedation

The lights more visible to stop and stare

Forgetting once more your own location

That feeling of your lighter in the air

*

Feeling the music this way a birth right

My feet now numb as if in floatation

My stomach's rejection I try to fight

My soul released from it's hibernation

With no worries of my life's stagnation

Sounds of loud music left me unaware

And the endless touch of it's vibration

That feeling of your lighter in the air

*

Every time I lost some aspiration

With that sensation beginning to wear

Off the train and exiting the station

That feeling of your lighter in the air

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About the Creator

Some Guy

I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it

Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:

The gunslinger draws

His opponent does the same

oh dear, they both died

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    Written by Some Guy