by ~Inuderf83

The days the sun cries 



I´m starting to consider that you´re a bit pedophilic, you´ve 
watched me mature, you saw me take my first steps, you 
where there every day, and every evening you told me 
goodbye and left. Yet you still stand there and kiss my lips, 
warm them, nibble at them. How can you do this? 

I feel you caressing my body, toying with it. Sometimes I hate it 
when you do so, coloring my crust red; but then there are 
those times that I shut my eyes and enjoy every second of it, 
feeling you caressing my jaw line and stroking my cheeks till 
they´re red. 

You think that I don´t see you cry, every day you cry, because 
you know that we could never make love at night, you try your 
best to stretch the days, peeking over the hills at sundown and 
come morning time, you peek again waiting to see me, but I 
cheat on you, I linger not for you, I slumber instead. 

Even though I cheat on you, you still love me, you shield me 
with rays that form into warriors and with just a crack of my 
fingers I could command them to attack anyone my heart 
wishes. But you know I have not the heart for that. 

But the sad thing is that you know, and I know that we could 
never be, if I was to move my world a foot towards you, I´d 
die, not because I love you and know that I´m closer towards 
you, but because the things that I love about you is that you 
are warmth and like all things too much of it is bad for the 
human body. So in some ways I cry for you too.

Footnote: This is one of my older works, you see, I did a search and found out that DN had deleted all my old blog post and well wanted people to still enjoy this.

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