My eyes burned as I stared at the searing sun,
It bore its painful rays.
It grinned, with blinding yellow teeth.
I slumped over,
Palms pressed to my thick brown eyes,
But that could not stop it.
The sun laughed,
It enjoyed my sorrow.
Some say, the sun is bright,
Therefore, it's personality is ever so light
But I know better,
Darkness would embrace me,
Pull me close
But it would only be a daily dose.
Some say sunlight is better than the moon,
But the moon does not burn my eyes.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
My eyes burned as I stared at the searing sun,
It bore its painful rays.
It grinned, with blinding yellow teeth.
I slumped over,
Palms pressed to my thick brown eyes,
But that could not stop it.
The sun laughed,
It enjoyed my sorrow.
Some say, the sun is bright,
Therefore, it's personality is ever so light
But I know better,
Darkness would embrace me,
Pull me close
But it would only be a daily dose.
Some say sunlight is better than the moon,
But the moon does not burn my eyes.
