Jan 2017
I shall spend
my waiting days
yearning for the orange sun
to burn me with his lips.
So he burned, but at a distance,
yes, *he burned a brilliant red.
Oh, I yearned for him to light me up,
but he glared me down instead.
my waiting days
yearning for the orange sun
to burn me with his lips.
So he burned, but at a distance,
yes, *he burned a brilliant red.
Oh, I yearned for him to light me up,
but he glared me down instead.
