one day the sun will get tired of the moon the moon will get tired of the stars the stars will get tired of the comets
one day the trees will get tired of the leaves the leaves will get tired of the bugs the bark will get tired of breathing
one day the ocean will get tired of waving the fish will get tired of swimming the boats will get tired of floating
one day the animals will get tired of roaming the hunters will get tired of chasing the grass will get tired of growing
one day the ears will get tired of hearing the eyes will get tired of seeing your fingers will get tired of feeling your senses will get tired of sensing but most of all, your heart will get tired of feeling
one day the days will get tired of smiling the nights will get tired of frowning
inevitably the end of the world will come however my world will only end when my smile fades, and my butterflies have flown away and that will be my end when my eyes no longer see you my fingers no longer touch you my ears no longer hear you my heart no longer feels you will be when my lungs no longer push for air when my heart no longer beats its usual rhythm that will be my end
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dark blue skies indigo nights the splatter of white flecks of light through tiny holes on your muddied clothes and freckles speckled on skin riddled with words to say the transition from day to the cloudless eve i cling to you to breathe as the sunlight fades and leaves without a trace hold on to that smile your hands in mine fingers merge and intertwine you cling to me to cry as the sun dies for the moon to rise.
the sun is a pining mess it had never experienced love like this before a kind of love that entered its dreams a kind of love that leaves it wanting to stay awake to see the moon's shy face to see the moon's shy smiles the sun had never before felt its heart sink as it set had never before felt the urge to stay above the horizon had never before felt the aching, burning sensation that this kind of love brought with it as if it had brought firewood to feed the flames bigger and bigger it was agonising yet the sun still continues to grin maybe a little too bright that the earth has to complain and the sun would chuckle ever bashful and it hides behind the mask of clouds, shy
as years passed by, the moon had fallen out of love the light of the sun was so bright that the moon told itself that it could never reach it to cradle the sun in its cold palms that their fingertips will never meet and the sun's light had gotten dimmer in the moon's eyes until the raging fire that the moon had once felt for the sun shrunk, diminished had put itself out but the sun felt the ignition a spark deep within its core like a single match thrown into a city doused in gasoline burning bright and powerful eating away at the very walls of the universe and without even knowing had fallen in love with the moon.
your light crept into the nooks and crannies of neighbourhoods lighting up the darkest of alleyways when i step foot into your house the space shines with colours i never knew i could see i'll breathe in your radiance even when your light fades into a familiar glow i'll bask in you even when the skies fade into the evening's blue and all i ask is to feel your embrace to feel your golden arms around me even in the setting sun.
kiss me like the dawn when the light of your sun touches the earth for the first time when every single thing lights up and bursts into flames burning bright tongues of fire and warmth into my heart it showers the hills with orange, yellow light waking everything up as if breathing life into them once more i'll love you even if my moon has a dark side you'll never reach i'll love you even if when i am awake, you are off to sleep i'll love you even if the only times our fingers touch is when the world silences as it watches the eclipse
the sun awoke from its slumber and rose i watched it shower the land in mellow hues and the rays of the sun tinged your skin an orange so deep you could have been the sun incarnated casting your light on the flesh of my bones warming the frigid touch of my fingers
(and maybe i,
when you kissed me it felt as if i'd burn under your touch as if i'd melt away with a meeting of our lips and you tasted like fireworks of all that sparked, and burned brighter than anything in this world a kind of sweetness; a flavour i can't quite pinpoint i can't seem to get enough of you
you're ethereal. divine ever stunning, ever radiant glittering brilliantly in the still dark sky glowing glowing like a god, a celestial being and only the light of the sun can touch you.
My body shifts and the world is shaking at my feet Yet the birds sing all around me as I try to sleep Is my mind playing tricks on me that I'm unable to tell the difference from reality? The physical pain when I'm without you draws me closer to you.. but you are bad for me… but as I sleep with this pain in my mind caused by you to make me want you even more Was it love? . it's a vicious cycle As the sun and the moon. I'm the Earth you created me the son who you gave life in the balance of the right amount of warmth and cold heartedness As I'm just a boy who sees the mind of when I sleep..and the beauty it can be but to have you together awake and happy together the perfect love it could be.. would be the destruction of my body in which I can bring your dreams to reality.. But Right now you.. together… You would never need to sleep or to eat you be out all day and all night and forget about the son you left at home while you partied but I'm only 3 years old… I can't even reach the stove
What am I even talking about? I'm crazy go to sleep... It's 6 am already
You don’t need anyone to light you up. Don’t ever let anyone else become your sun, you are your own sun. I believe that it is necessary to find your moon, the person that you reflect off of, and the person that you fall into special kind of gravity with, but no one should ever become your sun. You are your own sun and you must be your own source of light and life, because once someone else becomes your sun, and once that sun falls into another’s orbit, all of the flowers you’ve planted shrivel up and die in darkness. You must be your own sun.