Blinding light. Warmth. A smile.
I could feel you every moment,
Taste the salty sweetness of
Your skin.
The sun shined down,
But we were brighter,
Living in our own world,
Reckless in how easily we trusted,
Fell, spilled our secrets in a day.
Now the sun has set.
I know it will rise again,
But the empty room whispers painfully-
We burned out too soon.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
Blinding light. Warmth. A smile.
I could feel you every moment,
Taste the salty sweetness of
Your skin.
The sun shined down,
But we were brighter,
Living in our own world,
Reckless in how easily we trusted,
Fell, spilled our secrets in a day.
Now the sun has set.
I know it will rise again,
But the empty room whispers painfully-
We burned out too soon.
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