Bleeding sunlight...

Where arst thou now?

I wish for thou beauty once more
whilst I am seated on the beach.

I close my eyes to pray for thou,
art though unperturbed by my conscious?

Me thinks that perhaps
it would be best if I come tomorrow
for your hemorrhage of light.

Me thinks also,
that thou shall not ignore my pleads
for a twice time.

I thank your time for mine,
Sir Bleeding Sunlight.

(c)Calender

All stories posted currently are old, amateur attempts at quelling a literary thirst that exists in every mind. Mine, sadly, were horrid. :/

Please forgive the lack of writing skill for existing stories. I may remove them, I may not. Thank you.