Facing the sun, staring into its brightest light
Illuminating my room, in your chrome yellow tunes
I sit and watch you, as you stare and traverse
When post sunset, the night sky looms
Spinning its black fabric, across my view
You like me, miss the sun in its bright hues
Like you wait to stare into the sun, I wait to stare at you
They say flowers should smell in fragrant floral notes
You like me are a vagrant in such shallow assumptions
You remain you, till your yellows wither and dither
When you do, I shall pick up your seeds and start anew.
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