Streetlamps

Love is like a broken streetlamp

Of darkened, small roads

The daily night haunting camp

Of broken hearts' abodes

The flickering light's the lost hope

Of living another day

The dimming bulb the fraying rope

Tethering us to the bay

Love is like this cruel lamp

Of pretty, silly dreams

It leaves our soaring wings damp

And heartache flowing streams

Love is just a dangerous path

Without a light to see

To face the people's broken wrath

And lock up the once-free

(Also, it's a huge inconvenience and pain because it can cause turtles sneaking out of garden ponds onto the road to be run over. Long story.)