The Sun almost GONE

Like a messy crime
When your eyes first met with mine
Like a broken word
Like a savage glow
When you turned and said hello
There were flowers on the ceiling
You left me feeling


Like a closing door
Like a dozen lies and a dozen more
Like a twisted tongue 
The stars looked like burning sparks
The lights were warm but chilling
You left me feeling


On fire
But frozen inside
To run or to hide
Speechless my words could not melt
Whisper I wanted to shout
With out you I felt


Like a fleeting thought
Like a double eight
Like a gentle fear of a warming taste
Like a placid breath
Like a cooling blow
When you stopped and held me close
Inside I nearly froze
Your touch is almost healing
You left me feeling


Like a setting SUN
Like a last GOODBYE
Like an incomplete lullaby


Thanks for reading




Cheers,
Probo