The Sun Rises

The sun rises
after the last night
we were so close
to each other
And I'm writing
more optimistic poems
than in the time
when we were having fun
by drawing dogs
with weird legs

I'm wondering how fine
I'm feeling now

The sun rises
after the last night
we were so close
to each other
I'm writing disgusting ends
to beautiful poems
and chasms between words
make me laugh
Abyss we were staring into lately
with shaking expectations
and blushing cheeks

I'm happy you helped me
to grind all those maudlin feelings
which were just trying
to be pretending something
I'm feeling so easy now.
I'll probably fly.
Atharaxis Atharaxis
22-25, F
Jul 11, 2010