chris butler

 

 

Sunny Day

 

My love died

on a sunny day.

 

Salty tears sting as

seas of emotional waves,

deseeding my sedimentary

soul in a saline soil solution.

 

Misery becomes a

consequence of her happiness,

still she will smile

whatever the weather,

at least until the sun sets,

because she wonít ever have

to know what itís like to exist

with my heart in her chest.

 

 

Chris Butler is a twentysomething nobody shouting from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut.       



 

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