Be Real

It’s been a minute

Where did the sun go
The warmth and comfortability
And deception perfectly cloaked
With rust turned to gold
By daylight

Where did the dark go
With deception spotlighted;
With things so honestly awful
In the moonlight

Nothing is worse,
Than stuck between
apathy and bliss
In the afternoon

Author's Note

I’m pretty much never caring about form or grammar. English major so, I know what’s trash. <<