The Sun
he was so bright
God, he was bright
he made my skin burn when he touched it
he made my heart race,
air so thick I couldn't get a breath
like the hottest day of mid-July.
yes, he was bright
and I'd forgotten my sunglasses
and so he blinded me to the fact that
although he was very bright indeed,
he was not the sun.
This poem is about:
Me