The sun's rays danced on the windowsill
As blue light enveloped her
Covered in yellow
The sun's rays danced across her hands
Poetry, paintbrushes and music
She liked blue
Until she met the sun,
Apollo
Now the sun's rays danced across her hair,
Caressing her cheek,
Filter through eyelashes
Apollo
She was in love with the sun,
The poetry,
The art,
The music
She was in love with the sun,
And the sun was in love with her.
She was his muse,
And he was her light.
YOU ARE READING
Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
