The Sunflower's Eye
The sunflower's eye only blooms in the morning sky.
For tonight,
It lies cold and shriveled in the moonlight's rise.
For I feel like I have grown cold and shriveled as time flies by,
The wishful wishes a writer could deem,
Only they can truly see the stories that others cannot even dream.
The wilting of the sunflower's eye fills me with unmoving dread,
For I worry that my time has flied by,
And that my dream will forever be forgotten in time.
For it is the moonlight's rise that it is harder for the morning sky to come,
In the star lit sky,
I watch my dreams from masked eyes.
- 𝓛𝓪𝔂
