Painless
Painless
It hurts
Like blisters from the sun
Burn with no touch
Love, but not much
Comparing all to one
It hurts
I stare into the stars
Space dead and hollow
Short light I long to follow
To find the love of mars
It hurts
The war of hearts we wage
Soldier on a false act
Fighting feelings forged from fact
With a lie setting the stage
It hurts
To follow Apollo
These stars are so lonely
And the moon sinks too soon
You are my 1 1 1 1
And only
Copyright © Clay Young Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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