You were like loving the sun. You lit me up like a Christmas tree, defrosted my beating, broken heart. Left me alone in darkness. Hid away when the storms raged rough. It burns and aches to stay loving you time and time again. Whilst the scars of my love for lay open to wind's wrath, reminding me winds will turn the green colours of the leaves warm.
Today I sit as I rest my eyes gazing into the soft, gentle eyes of the moon. He stays by my side everyday, no matter the war raging about. He lights my way in the dead of the darkness and is never shy to be a guiding light. I have learned to love better than you, dear sun.
You are always loved but no longer by me. See, I was meant for love like the moon.
