So he was like the sun
Bold and beaming
And like the moon
Hidden and sleeping.
Yet all the same
He was a rose
Opening up to the sunrise
Bright, fresh, free.
And he was like
A flashing light
Or a drug-crazy rockstar
Or the breaking surf.
So hard to pin down
But so easy to love.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
So he was like the sun
Bold and beaming
And like the moon
Hidden and sleeping.
Yet all the same
He was a rose
Opening up to the sunrise
Bright, fresh, free.
And he was like
A flashing light
Or a drug-crazy rockstar
Or the breaking surf.
So hard to pin down
But so easy to love.
