simple breathes sigh
to that so far below
in greenly pastures
dancingly glow
waving swaying
alas, no end good bye
upon which teary eyes rest
the sun does hellishly set
leaving marked cursive signature
that of life's greatest capture
tainted paint flies with penned rapture
who would have guessed
one lone soul
sits patiently high
waiting
no longer wishing
to be simply that
passerby
But sun head droops
light kept at bay
goes home
half hearted, no fruits
with only moonlight in starry night
does tauntingly say
Ha Ha big bright Sun
Here's to your single, lonely Valentine's Day
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Forgive me if it sucks. I wrote it on my plane ride back from UMich when I couldn't sleep.
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