i like the sun—
it shines, forever, on me,
i am scared one day it shall
disappear,
and i will have nothing left but my heart,
the broken, old, rotten one,
hurt by the burden of life,
maybe in time my heart shall rest,
but for now, with the sun, it aches,
for the sun cannot always shine,
and I cannot always blossom.
i tried so hard, but they didn't listen to my poems. Again, i never thought i would be sharing these, but if you are reading this, "hello."
