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 May 2015 Kristina
Audrey Maday
When I look at him,
I see a very bright future,
It's very sad that I,
Can't see myself in it,
Anymore
The storm outside isn't s ******* metaphor,
it isn't a **** comparison.
The disater going on out there is exactly,
what has been going on inside my head,
ever since you left.
this one goes out to the girl that left me
The horizon bleeds blood orange
And I can't help by smile.

We are made of the same materials.

Tell me sun, do you see our suffering and feel confusion that,
Even after you appear out
Of you slumber and give us light,
We still cry?
The star of our stars.
You're as needy as I.
With your yellow tongue
Sticking out and bringing tears out of my cavernous, hollow heart. That is where they rest.
Bump, bump.
Bump, bump.

My body is made out of the same materials as you, sun.
We are the same.
We are the same.

You light up our world
While I light up mine.

Remember, just like you sun,
I will only shine for so long.
Like you, I need to disappear,
If only for a time.
With your neat, permanent, burning skin, you vanish for the night.
I, too, vanish in the blackness
Of the night.

I imagine that is when you
Mostly do everything, but write.
I'll keep you alive with words.
You keep me alive with light.

Deal?

— The End —