the sun goes down.

the sky is set ablaze
with the words you penned in fervour,
so eager to deliver
the anguish on your heart,
the sun went down on your anger
and it never rose again,
the paper stained by bitter tears
is all but ripped apart

and so i'll fly for you,
take hold of the sun with vigor
and then i'll hope it lingers
while you find it in you to forget
and maybe tomorrow,
a second chance won't
slip right through our fingers
could we salvage the past yet?

the sky opens up to bleed
as the words pour down relentless
and the ink runs into streaks
as your tears blur on the page
and as you seal away the things
that your anger tore to pieces,
i'll hope that battered envelope
is something you won't save

because even though i'd die for you
i can't hold back the sun
and it breaks into dawn
when the night is finally done
and your anger is established
when your forgiveness finds a grave
and my apologetic heart
is a corpse you'd never claim

i let you down, i'm sorry.