the sun i hold tight to

about a boy.

hair that never seems to decide

which way it wants to sit

dimples at the sides of your closed smile

bags under your eyes

from staying awake all night

talking to me

i would never tell but

when earths collide

and the gods don't approve

i’ll call on the stars to fill their void

when your eyes meet mine

who can tell me that you

aren’t the sun

nothing i have seen is half so

light