The sun shone then
disappeared in the blink of an eye.
I turned my head for a moment, and,
it was gone. It felt wrong to miss it
as it said goodbye but
how could I have known it would leave so quickly?
Suddenly the sky was dark,
I missed the sun but the sun didn’t miss me.
Its warm lips kissed me in mystery;
the back of my neck holds the history
of all those lovely moments
I looked away from –
scared to face them head on.
I watch my step, scared to tread on
what lays before me.
It looks, feels, smells,
like a bed of roses…
But I’m wise enough to know
they hold thorns.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 