a sun and not a flower


He was outer space,
specks of stardust in soft black hair
eyes burning with the energy of a sun
freckles a constellation and lips the color of
a bursting, scorching red star

I was lowly
stuck down to earth, a yellow sunflower
sucking in his golden rays
dying with the change of harsh climate
rebirth when earth gets warm

I wish I was a sun and not a flower
wish I did not rely on his heat
the earths breath
the humble soil

I wish I wasn’t a flower

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