Watching the sun as it exits the sky,
Quite the task when I've worked all day long.
Observe the pain from the lights in my eyes,
Watching the sun set is clearly wrong.
The beams are like knives that stab in my soul.
The air, like daggers that rip at my skin.
The trees are all naked, covered in mold.
The benches are cold because of the wind.
But none of it matters when I'm with you.
I give you my coat so you don't shiver,
I can't even tell when I'm shaking too,
Because you're my heaven, a small sliver.
Your light, warmer than what the sun lets in.
No mold matters with you in my vision.
(P.S. Wrote this in 20 minutes so it's probably not great, not sure what to name it probably going to leave it as is.)