Fading Sweetness Maurice Silvera
As I lay on this lounge Of sweet sun and lazy breezes My eyes flutter closed My breathing begins to slow And my head empties But all things sweet Must eventually turn sour The wind picks up And clouds consume my golden sun My eyes open My breath hitches And it is time Time to let go Of sunkissed fantasies And palm tree oases Time to return To my sour reality
98 ~ Storm
