>poetry< "what you do"

Even the most beautiful day is clouded by your absence

The pervasive cold diminished by your closeness

The distance shortened by your voice

The silence despised by your presence

The gloom biased by your laughter

You are able to cloud all the words

To collect all my scraps

To burn all my sorrows

You are a sun that burns in flames

And the moon that freezes me in indifference,

You are an eclipse of sensations and a shower of stellar desires

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶*︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶*︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶