an orange sun begs to warm me with its rays
shining in between the spaces of branches and bricks
it is cold and i am quiet looking away to shield my eyes
and still i beg for you to continue
your chase to me, my orange sun
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
