Apricity
Apricity, the warmth of the sun in winter
You are my warmth during my darkest days.
You are my moonshine after the blaze of the sun.
You are my ground where my flowers grow, not my rock bottom.
You are my streams of glistening water washing away my dirt.
You are my songbird, filling my days with melodies,
Singing louder than the wind howling in my ears
You are the sparkle of stars scattered across the night sky,
Exceeding the overwhelming flashes of my city.
You are the striking patterns in my sky that come before the roar of the thunderclap.
You are my sun, my moon and all my flesh and bones.
YOU ARE READING
I had so much left to say♡
Thơ caI love writing (shitty) poetry, now you're gonna be forced to read it whether you like it or not ♡ P.S I do accept constructive criticism