In The Street of My Heart

The street looks a little brighter every night,
I wonder if it's really because of me...
After all, a lover in the mist of a drunken sky
once said:

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"You exquisite figurine. You my dear...
You hold the radiance of the sun in your eyes.
You illuminate the darkest corners of this boulevard.
And I,
I just love the way you are,
the way your body rests upon mine,
of how every cold night, I can feel my ashy skin
warming up with your smile,
yet, you delicate creature, you don't complain.
You listen to my bellows
every time people step on my grounds.

I know I was cursed the moment I was born.
My foundations where built for anyone
to walk on top of me.
I had never been free. Though,
I'm certain of how love is meant to feel
like when women wash the dirt from my skin.
They take care of me,
Yet I also know how broken is meant to feel.
I've been broken one too many times
But I have also been repair
by man's hands. I can't complain.

However, I know what its like to carry
everyone else's weight on my shoulders.
I know what is like to be stepped upon
one to many times and not being able
to scream, and if I do, to not be heard.
I know how people feel when they cry.
I've known all the types of rains that exists:
tears from eyes, tears from the sky,
yet I cannot cry.

I know what is like to be alone.
I've been alone for most of my life
but I also know what is like to feel dead
from the inside

until
you my angel
until
You arrived
and settled in the center of my heart,
it is that I realized
what to live is like.

Don't you see? You are the lamp who gives
hope to my grounds,
who awakes every night
to make me feel alive.
You are a lamppost
in the street of my heart
believe me,
it's you who brightens my life!"

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Yet even after a lover in the mist of drunken sky
once said that,
I still have doubts that it is because of me
that the streets look a little brighter every night,

for it is none other than for him and for his loving heart,
that I emanate a golden aura every night,
for I want to see him and enlighten his life,

And it is because of the dark times, that I realized,
that I am connected to his heart,
And that it is none other than his heart that brightens my life.
for it is him who sparks a current in my heart,
and makes me feel alive!

No doubt, it is because of him, that the streets look
a little brighter every night, not the other way around.

Written by: L.L.

Prompt: be a lamppost