When our fairytales get harder
and too bright to believe in,
throw it all to the sun
and we can all keep
dancing in the bright
light of dreams,
isn't it lucid?
When too many sunsets
are watched to feel the romance,
suspend the sun
and we can all keep
drowning ourselves
in its vodka beams,
keep yourself sober.
When the alcohol floods
the world in the morning,
catch each lux in a shot glass
and we can all keep
intoxicating
ourself on broad daylight,
it's alright.
YOU ARE READING
spectrum // poetry
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