He looked at her like she was the sun
through lashes, not quite daring to
She shone too bright, too much for him to take
leaving dancing spots trembling in her wake
He missed her presence, with every cloud
and every night, he shivered with loss
Growing so tired of the endless cycle
he paced and finally settled to resolve
While he could never be a sun like her
he would strive to be a planet worthy
of orbiting her, basking in her glow
forevermore.
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
