Poem #26 Burning

Burning sun
Burning Son
Burden one
Bird in the sun
Isn’t this just work?
You and I,
Can’t shake that summer
Or any other season with You,
Can’t remember trying to forget,
One more night with regret,

Got much to close to never
Leave a mark,
To walk away in the dark,
To write a letter was better
But not as good as good bye,

It has ended
Anything called unholy
Or unhealthy
Or pleasure without a master
Without the borders,
Now I’m burning in the sun
And heat is this street
Until it metals

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