Rafael Cazares

(8/3/89 / Fresno, CA)

Fleeting is Our Love


I invite you to a humble abode
where the moonlight seems to always be;
hiding from the sun.

you have refused to come.
so i remain.
maybe you have too much to lose
and I much to gain.

love has
left those adorable, admirable eyes
losing warmth, and I unable to
shelter your worries and cries.

friendly and feeble
you are a cozy summer beetle
that the masses have overlooked
just lying on your beds of leaf...quietly,
where i've longed to be.

Our love has evolved into sheer
destruction and concern,
So the time has come to extinguish that
which faintly burns.

I am your sunflower;
watching you illuminate the sky as you go.

Submitted: Thursday, July 07, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013
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