#whyaremytagssocliche
You say I'm golden
I say, "that's a lie."
I'm sun-dappled at most
Yet you still smile
In the shadows of my light.
My bad moods loom, solstice
Too often, I ache for heat.
Still, you speak of my radiance
When I feel like a garish Vegas effigy.
In the end, though
I'll let your illusions be.
But, love
Even if you think I'm light's zenith
Being your star
Is enough for me.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC