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The Daisy follows soft the Sun—
And when his golden walk is done—
Sits shyly at his feet—
He—waking—finds the flower there—
Wherefore—Marauder—art thou here?
Because, Sir, love is sweet!

We are the Flower—Thou the Sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline—
We nearer steal to Thee!
Enamored of the parting West—
The peace—the flight—the Amethyst—
Night’s possibility!

they told me a few drinks
would help me forget you.
but long after my friends have taken my keys,
there's a burning in the back of my throat
that hasn't left since you did.
(s.j.b)

i wish it was me
you were desperately
trying not to get jealous over

Every time I watch the sun set
I think of how each time the sun went down
the moon quickly took its place and didn't shine
as bright
and I always compare it to you.
How every time there is someone new
no one brightened my life like you.
you were my sun
only to set, and rise again
Until the next morning I'm left in
the dark