The Sun by Fi Byrne

My heart beats to the sound of a melancholic tune,
a broken reverie encased inside a tomb.
Like a cancer you’ve consumed me,
my thoughts my hopes and dreams
addicted to a poison my soul cannot relieve.
I plead for darkness to come, but how do you turn off the sun?

Weak and diluted, the fight punched from my veins,
i know I should surrender, but hope won’t let me fall.
Kiss me with merciful lips and I can willingly give my respect,
you torture and taunt me with a love I’ll never get.
I plead for darkness to come, but how do you turn off the sun?

Your arms envelope me with loneliness,
yet your touch is what I crave.
I long to be held, for another start,
but how can you offer a broken heart?.
I’m pleading for darkness to come, but how do you turn off the sun?

Love is a lesson that’s daunting to learn,
with no equations or rules to help us discern.
A lesson is learned but no-one has won.
You can’t stop the world turning and you can’t turn off the sun.