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the memory the sun used to have... will never go away

memory of you

For @scintilla's writing prompt #7: the sun was a burn

The sun was a burn.

The sun was a burn. And I only come out at night.

And that's what I think as I sit quietly in the meadow,

And that's what I think as I sit quietly in the meadow, blades of grass tickling my nose,

And that's what I think as I sit quietly in the meadow, blades of grass tickling my nose, a canopy of night laid wide above my head

Shooting stars sprint across the sky,

Shooting stars sprint across the sky, like the fallen angels burning,

Shooting stars sprint across the sky, like the fallen angels burning, burning,

Shooting stars sprint across the sky, like the fallen angels burning, burning, flying down and hitting the horizon

Shooting stars sprint across the sky, like the fallen angels burning, burning, flying down and hitting the horizon in strings of magical thread

I only come out at night,

I only come out at night, because I still remember the way

I only come out at night, because I still remember the way the sun caught in your hair,

I only come out at night, because I still remember the way the sun caught in your hair, bright yellow rays creating sparks

I only come out at night, because I still remember the way the sun caught in your hair, bright yellow rays creating sparks in your diamond eyes

I think of the light of day catching

I think of the light of day catching on your white teeth as you smiled,

I think of the light of day catching on your white teeth as you smiled, and I have flashbacks of you running

I think of the light of day catching on your white teeth as you smiled, and I have flashbacks of you running towards the sunrise

Under the cover of night,

Under the cover of night, my sack of burdens is hidden,

Under the cover of night, my sack of burdens is hidden, concealed by the dark,

Under the cover of night, my sack of burdens is hidden, concealed by the dark, and no one else needs to see and remind me of the better days

The memory of the sun was a burn,

The memory of the sun was a burn, and still is,

The memory of the sun was a burn, and still is, because you left a trace of yourself in my broken heart

The memory of the sun was a burn, and still is, because you left a trace of yourself in my broken heart that will never fully go away

And I only come out at night, because

And I only come out at night, because The sun was a burn.

written by: diana

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