Late Nights (Villanelle)

We drive through roads that never seem to end,
Not chasing fun but something we can’t say.
The night’s the only place our hearts can bend.

It’s not the lights, or money that we spend,
It’s not a trip we planned to look okay.
We drive through roads that never seem to end.

Inside the car, we let the quiet mend
The things we hide, afraid to give away.
The night’s the only place our hearts can bend.

Some carry hurt, some try their best to pretend,
Some leave behind a home that couldn’t stay.
We drive through roads that never seem to end.

It’s not for fun, we’re not here to pretend.
We move to feel a fire that won’t fade.
The night’s the only place our hearts can bend.

You don’t need cars or cities to ascend
Just space to let your soul drift far away.
We drive through roads that never seem to end.

Some go for walks, some write to help defend
Their hearts break under what won’t stay.
The night’s the only place our hearts can bend.

So even if you’ve never felt that bend
Of winding roads or tried to run away
You’ve felt the need to breathe, to not pretend.
We drive through roads that never seem to end.