Bring me back to life…

Don’t leave me out here in the sun,

The perfect twenty-five degrees burns my eyes.

The trees bend at the heavy breeze,

The freshly fallen flowers prick my feet.

Don’t let me bleed alone,

Of the injuries of missing you.

Raindrops so tiny drizzle down on my cheeks,

Etching it with tears-like scars, and

The soft smell of the quenched earth hurts my insides.

Like a burning that can only be doused

With your breath on my face.

Don’t leave me out here,

In the clutches of beautiful nature,

All alone like a flightless bird looking at the rainbow.

The birds that can fly up to it

Fly, chirping along, having their own

Pretty little conversation in the clouds…

The exquisiteness of it all will kill me.

Only you can kiss me back to life.

Come, bring me back to life.