The Sun Comes Out
A gloomy strike of sadness
A whilting flower pot
Darkness in my eyes
And then the sun comes out
Rain falls on my head
My lip; a downward pout
Broken nail or two
And then the sun comes out
Coffee on my shirt
A day I want to shout
A lost set of keys
And then the sun comes out
My Sun is in a place
You wouldn't think it be
My Sun, day and night
He sleeps right next to me
Copyright © Sarah Sublett | Year Posted 2012
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