Sun of Aries
You use to talk of my light
Like a warm glow against your window
A gentle reminder of the day
I hope it burns now
I hope you writhe in the uncomfortable
Humidity
I hope you can only glare from squinted eyes
My beautiful sunny days
A scathing reminder like a sun blister
You claim to love me but you only dance in the rain
You only look me in the eyes
When I am eclipsed
I cannot blame myself for your hypocrisy
I am more than what conveniences you
I am more than a sunny day
YOU ARE READING
Anger & it's Vices
Poetry"I've carried this anger for half my life I'm placing it down" Short poems from the years I'm now trying to heal from.
