You are the sun.
Celestial perfection
burning with resplendence.
Filling the room in every space where something doesn't stand in your way.
I cannot look at you directly
for fear of being blinded by your intensity.
But without you I am off kilter.
I need your warmth,
I need to feel your rays kiss along my skin.
When the darkness sets in,
and grey days become plentiful,
I mourn your absence.
I ache for brightly lit days.
But you cannot hold the sun in your hands,
you cannot make it stay.
Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 8:43 PM UTC
You are the sun.
Celestial perfection
burning with resplendence.
Filling the room in every space where something doesn't stand in your way.
I cannot look at you directly
for fear of being blinded by your intensity.
But without you I am off kilter.
I need your warmth,
I need to feel your rays kiss along my skin.
When the darkness sets in,
and grey days become plentiful,
I mourn your absence.
I ache for brightly lit days.
But you cannot hold the sun in your hands,
you cannot make it stay.
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