Is this real sunshine?
Or is it loss?
Because the yellow patterned stains don't look too good anymore. In fact, they're scary
And the sunbeams on my skin no longer reflect the golden whispers of euphoric truth but a dangerous
Love game.
I feel
Tightened
At my core.
The sunflowers don't reciprocate the feelings I once had
And
I'm ohhh so desperately trying to find my sunshine golden self again.
But I doubt the Gods approve
Apollo probably doesn'think of me as too wise
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118-79 Sunshine.
PoetryWords that are addictive, and liquid sunshine that makes the world trip, God like beings brought down to simple mundane things. We are all simply swimming in a river of burning Gold.
