My Sun

He is my sun,

rising on the horizon

promising me a new day

and a bright future

that I can only imagine

as it gets closer

with each passing second.

He warms my skin

as I warm to the thought

of the forever he promises to me.

And just when I accept

this is exactly what I want,

the sun sets on my dreams,

leaving consumed by the dark

left to wonder if I

imagined the whole thing

Until he rises again in the morning

and the process repeats.

I never get any closer,

always left hungering for more.

But just because I can’t catch hold

of the sweet nothings he promises me,

doesn’t mean I am not left

with a nasty burn

after a long day of chasing.

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