Sunday, May 15

Sunshine

I hate the way you smile all the time,
sparkle and light, and nothing's ever wrong for you is it?

I want to put my hands around your throat
and make the sunshine come out,
but still the dark clouds won't go away
and that's not really better now, is it?

I like sunset better, the honesty of the ending.
not false hope, but assured finality.
I know what you'd say
"that's not optimistic", is it?

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