May 24th – Sunburned

Once again, I have no idea where the idea for this poem came from. I was sitting outside again in the most awesome sun with my mom and grandma and my mom said something about a really red sunburn. I got to thinking about what the term “sunburned” could mean and came out with this.

Sunburned

Once, I thought

That I needed your light

That I could bask in it forever

And I’d never get sunburned

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Once, I thought

I needed all of you to grow

That your light caused me to shine

And I’d never get sunburned

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Once, I thought

Red was only the color of love

Not related to blood or burns

And I’d never get sunburned

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Once, I thought

That if you left I’d shrivel and die

Because I needed excessive light to survive

And I’d never get sunburned

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Now, I know

I don’t need you to grow

And too much light is what’s

Left me sunburned

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Now, I know

I don’t need you to shine

That your rays were just weapons that

Left me sunburned

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Now, I know

Red is the color of pain

That it’s the color of the way you

Left me sunburned

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Now, I know

I’m not going to shrivel and die

But I’m going to keep the scars from the way you

Left me sunburned

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