The orange sunset in his eyes, the colours of a small fire,
Burn their way into my brain,
The heat all-consuming, all-devouring.
They see me in the night,
Lamps in the darkness, their glow guides me home.
Like golden honey, they sweeten my soul.
Like fallen autumn leaves, the vibrance I can see,
Obsessed with the golden flecks, watching my own summer sunset.
My heart catches on fire, his gaze branding my flesh.
His heat mars my skin, burning its way down my legs,
Like gold, it’s too hot to touch; the pain keeps me sane.
I know at the end of this, I’ll turn into ashes in this heartbreak grave.
Like Icarus, I’m flying too close to the sun,
Because when that gaze leaves me, I will succumb to the cold,
And when my heart finally stops, it’s those amber eyes I’ll miss most.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
The orange sunset in his eyes, the colours of a small fire,
Burn their way into my brain,
The heat all-consuming, all-devouring.
They see me in the night,
Lamps in the darkness, their glow guides me home.
Like golden honey, they sweeten my soul.
Like fallen autumn leaves, the vibrance I can see,
Obsessed with the golden flecks, watching my own summer sunset.
My heart catches on fire, his gaze branding my flesh.
His heat mars my skin, burning its way down my legs,
Like gold, it’s too hot to touch; the pain keeps me sane.
I know at the end of this, I’ll turn into ashes in this heartbreak grave.
Like Icarus, I’m flying too close to the sun,
Because when that gaze leaves me, I will succumb to the cold,
And when my heart finally stops, it’s those amber eyes I’ll miss most.