Sunflowers are so fond of the Sun aren't they?
It's so loved by the sun
And so much in fear
To lose the sunlight kisses on its feathers
So much that I've pictured it
So much in grief like a reflection of me
when I was apart from my cores tied with my bones
I felt it heavy
And I could swear how unreal yet glued to me just a layer over my skin it felt to witness the taste of gut rotting pain of absence in the chest that it's fighting for it's life to crawl back out of my lungs to my throat
Just to remind me
That the sun is going down
And its flowers are drying up
In grief of the lone.
-did you really had be gone every dusk I die on my own?
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Blue Psychedelics
PoetryI think I wasn't just tripping, The psychedelics that fed me Got a lover out of the universe.
