If you happen to wonder
why I'm still like this
I had my first love
with the sun.
She was so bright
I had to have distance
her mind were flames
that ignited my nights
She sets, she rises,
and who knows what else.
She was my existence
and my collapse.
So if you happen to wonder
why I'm still like this,
you were my first love.
You were my sun.
YOU ARE READING
Live
PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
