memories get burned away
in bright light from the sun
they slowly fade;
where they were made
now distant,
dark,
yet warm.
they smelled of sweet things,
once were rich
and dense
and oh so wet
but clouds get swept,
the ground dries off
it’s easy to
forget.
there’re changes in the brightness
new beginnings in the light...
but not for me,
it’s all the same.
i’m hot.
i miss the rain.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
memories get burned away
in bright light from the sun
they slowly fade;
where they were made
now distant,
dark,
yet warm.
they smelled of sweet things,
once were rich
and dense
and oh so wet
but clouds get swept,
the ground dries off
it’s easy to
forget.
there’re changes in the brightness
new beginnings in the light...
but not for me,
it’s all the same.
i’m hot.
i miss the rain.
