His Sun: Part 2
He thought about what he did, as he gazes upon the dark sky:
He made his sun cry.
She sometimes burned him,
And so he pushed her away on a whim.
He went on to fly high and do big things,
But now misses the warmth of his sun on his wings
Their friendship wasn’t perfect,
Yet one argument had a big effect
Now they’re both sad,
And he thinks about the good times they could have had.
She would’ve loved to see him soar,
But his words left her sore
Now she’s gone,
And all he can do is hope for dawn
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