Clouds


fog clouds my home
his rays of light shine through, reaching me in my darkest hour
and we warms my chest
empowering my exhaustion
and mumbling tales of better times
but
he only sees me in the daylight

his palm might only brush my cheek when sun brushes earth
but his words haunt my ears at night
spinning circles around my mind, streaming tears down my skin

suddenly I'm the moon, chasing his glow
but he wants a star - someone to shine as bright as him

slow motion, forsaken devotion
his words strangle my cries and he's gone
touching her cheek
shining light through her fog

I can't help but compare my rainstorm to her sun
because when his light
dances in her day, and clears her skies, and radiates her morning
my memories of him will always be a cloud

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