me and you are like the sunset.
(inevitable).
painfully beautiful.
burning bronze.
it is always
day’s end
of the last day
when you cup my chin
in your hands
and hold my eyes captive
in your alluring depths
and i drown.
every day ends in darkness
but when you hold my hand
there are stars.
but when the day breaks
and my raw eyes sting
i miss the fleeting moment
when my heart sinks
into the ocean floor
along with the sun.
a sky cannot burn forever
like the fire in my chest
that consumes me.
we are cinders of our passion - burning alive.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (2)
Wow I feel like poppy- it's such a beautiful line.
'every day ends in darkness but when you hold my hand there are stars.' That is so perfectly beautiful!