I feel the glow of the sun,
slowly absorbing into my skin,
while the light within my chest,
is growing rather dim.

Millions of miles away sits a heart,
that I can only dream is mine.
Its everlasting glow and warmth,
are what I miss inside.

My heart is clunky, missing pieces,
and coated with a layer of rust.
It's chugging on like a locomotive,
omitting only bad love.

Someday I'll find what I'm looking for,
and replace this pile of scraps,
with the everlasting, shining sun,
that I envied so much in the past.