
You are harder to hold than the sun,
yet I cannot help but crave your warmth,
how it felt being next to you,
but I know the cost of flying too close,
those searing memories linger,
beneath them,
I am a bird
with broken wings,
still enamored by the sun.
About the Creator
Daniel K
I write love poems about the girl who has a hold over my heart and my life in such a way that neither are my own anymore. The girl I would choose over and over and over again. I love her, and that is the beginning and end of everything.


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