You know, the sun
could burn so hot,
but it never tells you
how it hurts when it
burns so low instead.
Once, you've said,
I'm like a bottle of sunshine
you sip on cloudy days.
That my smile
parallels a sun
for how it could
light up a room
or warm a heart.
But you could not
tear open a sun
and touch something cold inside.
I have known millions
of smiles similar to mine.
Under cloudy skies,
just millions of burning suns.