Today, I thought of you.
What of me did you think?
I thought of how the world rotates in itself,
yet also spins around the sun.
How does that relate?
Because sometimes we are selfish,
and think we are the center of the universe.
But what about the sun?
The sun is you,
who we often don't appreciate and forget is one of the things keeping us alive on earth.
How is the sun me?
Once the sun is gone,
we miss the warmth and the comfort it came with it's light.
Doesn't the sun come back at sunrise?
Yes. But, unfortunately,
your sunrise never came.
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
