Sunscreen

[latenightscribbling]

If I'm the earth you're the sun but
I burn easy
and you don't believe the tide
When will I be able to look at you
Without His knife through my chest
I used to close my eyes hug my pillow and hope
It's hard to convince myself of what was misplaced
And what I still believe
So while I twist the knife
You shine above.
I should invest in some sunscreen