it was probably a mistake
the day you swore her eyelashes were wet from the rain;
the night you promised to never belittle the importance of the sun
because here she lies,
tears precipitating,
stomach lurching
at the thought of you and
I promise you, I swear
that the sun could never shine
nearly as bright as she did
when she started
rising and
falling
for you.
you have opacified her
radiance
you have shunned her
selfless light
and she who was once a sun
is now a hopeless, spiraling
monsoon.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
it was probably a mistake
the day you swore her eyelashes were wet from the rain;
the night you promised to never belittle the importance of the sun
because here she lies,
tears precipitating,
stomach lurching
at the thought of you and
I promise you, I swear
that the sun could never shine
nearly as bright as she did
when she started
rising and
falling
for you.
you have opacified her
radiance
you have shunned her
selfless light
and she who was once a sun
is now a hopeless, spiraling
monsoon.
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