Day 16 - What good am I to you?
You were the Sun.
I have grown to admire you from afar,
my love for you grew a garden of uncertainty
with roses and thorns that hide in the light of day.
I hid myself from you but bathe myself with the warmth of spring.
My Sun, I have grown to love you from afar,
But now that you've come down from from those clouds
I do not know what to do.
I'm nothing but a garden full of thorns,
what good am I for such gem like you?
I have done nothing
but make you bleed out light from every touch,
each day you shine a little less.
My Sun, what good am I to you?
All I do is make you sad
everytime another flower withers.
I couldn't help it,
but trust me I will try to be something good for you.
You the Sun,
you are not meant to carry such burdens in your heart.
You are my Sun,
But what good will a wretched garden of roses
will ever be to you?
