Death of the sun
I cannot enough prose the ones that I love
I cannot enough think about the passengers in my life
Heavy clouds can bring tears to the eye
but nothing hurts more than a completely clear sky
August burns red like venom on my cheeks
sun kissed by death because of ones cry
Where once was a light lies now only a grave
A bottomless hole covered in shade
Never again shall I stare at the sun
nor shall I let misty clouds pass me by
was the death of the sun the only way out?
for I cannot stop thinking of warm August's light
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Postat av: Anonym
Fiiiiiint
Postat av: Amanda Barrow
Tack! :)
Postat av: M
Hopefully the sun is not dead...and there will be light again!
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