The sun is shining
My skin is crawling
My eyes are burning
My heart is yearning.
Seasons are changing
From hot to cold
And the sun is drifting
A little bit father away
With every passing day.
I'm stuck in the dreary abyss
Where the sun shines,
But it's cold on my skin
I wonder if I'll ever feel its warmth again.
Like, maybe it will sink down
Behind the mountains one last time
Reflecting a vast array of blues, pinks, yellows and greens
Leaving me to dream dreams
Of days that will never be.
So here I will sit, perched upon a mountaintop
Waiting patiently for my friend
To warm my skin and make me feel whole again.
But,
Until then,
Here I'll sit,
And here I'll stay.
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