This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at C Mich chapter.
Paint Me Into the Sunset
Beach grass blew in slow motion
as each wave caressed the shoreline that
mocked my heart beat.
Sands slipping almost like time as
I ran closer to his beckoning sunset.
I could almost feel his warmth radiating
like new spring sunlight
onto my fragile heart.
He felt like the warmth of a land not yet discovered.
Like a new home for me.
Like everything I had ever needed to excite my soul
and extinguish my lurking insecurities.
He was the warmth that stood in front of me
painting the skies from his hands.
Those hands that would melt into mine as
I too became one of his great art pieces.