no, ten thousand and one
suddenly the clouds roll in
the light begins to dim
bursting lava glowing
a molten river flowing
and when it reaches the sea
it turns cold and hard as can be
a fireplace crackling bright
burning logs all through the night
until the flames die out
leaving chilly air all about
you're my ten thousand suns
and I miss every single one
each time you go away
you're my ten thousand suns
without you I can still have fun
but it will never be the same
yes, you're my ten thousand suns
you even threw in that extra one
and I love you more each day ~
This is a silly poem I wrote for Noah about the separation anxiety I sometimes have.
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