The Sun Santijmlo
I was passing by when I saw you in that beautiful yellow dress shining brighter than the sun I know my eyes may burn the longer I stare but I’d rather look at you At that moment, I believed that anything was possible that I could hold the Sun just with my bare hands that I could sustain the burning heat and its blinding rays that I’ll be ready when the time comes that it will explode and wipe the world I’m seeing in front of me I was ready so I took the Sun and the Sun took me It shined brighter than the stars in the universe It gave me the light so I could see the world much better than I did before; it gave me warmth during the coolness of the night But as time passes by the Sun started to change Unlike before, now it barely gives me a ray of light the world dimmed I can’t see the life I’m living in Days turned cold as the nights I thought I’ll be ready when this time comes but no, you can never be, one can never be ready until it happens right before your eyes but I should be, I should be, Then the Sun explodes, like a party popper, into a thousand mini-lights Nothing of sight, oblivion came, I was there standing alone with nothing left in me, except what was left of the glorious explosion— pieces of memories with the Sun— with my Sun— I needed her more than she needed me, I longed for her more than she longed for me, I loved her more than she loved me, I guess you cannot love a Sun, But I just did.
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